CHAPTER V. 
DOWN A GREEN LANE ! 
T^v OWN a green lane ! But what a lane ' 
Words can but meagrely convey an im- 
pression of its charms. Nor could the most 
skilful artist, with the rarest combination of 
colours which art can produce, give a faithful 
representation of the glorious tints and of the 
unrivalled gracefulness of the ferns which revel 
there in all their native luxuriance. But how to 
reach this lane ? 
You make a steep ascent along an upland road 
a mile in length ; an ascent so long and so steep, 
that could you make it without pausing, you 
would stop at the summit to recover your breath. 
But if you love scenery, and' if you love the ferns, 
you cannot climb this hill without stopping to 
admire both, for both are of the rarest kind. 
