1891.
July 6
(No 3)
England.
Wells to Lynton. - saw only one Green Finch and heard
nothing but a Willow Warbler & a Chiffchaff. The high
banked walls bordering the road were beatiful in 
many places with heather just coming into bloom 
and with long lines of foxgloves often three or four
feet tall.
  On reaching the "height of land" we looked off
eastward over a billowy expanse of rolling moors
and great round-topped hills extending as far as
the eye could reach, covered for the most part
with the olive-green heather and wholly without
houses or other signs of man's presence save the
occasional small flocks of sheep. Here and there
a deep ravine very similar to the "gulfs" or "coves" 
of American mountain regions extended far back
into these hills its steep sides covered with
forests of larch and Norway spruce. Our driver
told us that Red Deer and Black [Game?] abound
but there are no Grouse. I saw two Kestrels,
hovering over ravines; a Green Woodpecker, which
rose from the turf on the side of the road and 
flew off down a steep slope much in the 
manner of a Colaptes; a Whinchat which was 
flitting about in a bed of gorse, several
Yellow Hammers, a Thrush which I took to be 
a Ring Ouzel, and several rather large Pipits,
(perhaps Anthus richardi) with white outer tail
feathers which rose into the air like Tree Pipits
and uttered a short, rather feeble but somewhat
musical song, much like a part of the Sky Lark's 
song.