CHAPTER IV. 
THE FERNY MOORLANDS. 
T HE grandeur of the Devonshire moorland 
scenery almost defies description. The 
fern hunter, searching for his favourites amongst 
the ferny haunts of the “fern paradise,” will 
derive the keenest enjoyment from a ramble 
on the moors. Away from the town on the 
mountain side, with the free blue sky overhead, 
surrounded by wooded steeps which descend 
swiftly to the valleys below ! Or away in those 
valleys where the boulder-strewn beds of the 
rushing moorland streams send forth their wild 
music to the delighted ear: wandering from hill- 
side to valley, and from valley to hill-top, drinking 
in with that inexpressibly acute sense of pleasure 
which the jaded town dweller can alone experience 
