THE SMUGGLERS 



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Roomy galleries, eight feet high and as much wide, ramble 

 about underground, with ramifications to right and left, 

 and puzzling, deeply-indented bays, and passages that come 

 to a sudden stop. Sometimes a glimmer of light shows 

 at the end of one of these, and is accounted for in the 



Old Yew on the Chalk Downs 



wood above by a deep hollow among the trees, and a 

 hole that might be the entrance of a fox's earth. The 

 labyrinth below has a floor of soft sand, and feels warm and 

 dry in wintry weather. No doubt it had a second practic- 

 able exit, and bold, indeed, must have been the excise-men 



