CHAPTER III. 
FERNY RAMBLES IN SOUTH DEVON. 
HAT can be more delightful for the tired 
and jaded dwellers in our crowded cities 
after dragging on an unhealthy existence during 
the long winter months within the domain of 
bricks and mortar, than a swift journey away out 
of the smoke, the bustle, the din, and the worry 
of city life, in the joyous month of May ? A swift 
journey it must be, so that the disagreeable 
surroundings of the town may be rapidly left 
behind and the loveliness of the fields and hedge- 
rows may as rapidly burst on the tired eyes — 
tired, that is to say, of the stale sight of paved 
streets and tall houses, but eager, with an inex- 
pressible eagerness, for the trees and green lanes 
of the country. 
