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CHAPTEE VII. 
The road between Oakbampton and Tavistock runs 
for many miles along the edge of the Moor. To 
the left rise stony slopes, crowned with craggy 
tors, while to the right a rich and beautiful country 
stretches far away ; the picturesque cone of Brent 
Tor standing in the midst, and in the distance the 
wild hills of Cornwall. Three or four miles from 
the Dartmoor Inn we enter the mining districts 
and pass close to some extensive works ; then de- 
scending a long hill, we reach the valley of the 
Tavy, and see, about two miles ahead, Tavistock. 
But it is our intention to get on the Moor ; so, 
turning to the left by Peter Tavy, we make our 
way by cross roads to the high-road between Tavi- 
stock and the prison, by which we save several 
miles, an object when one is on a long journey. 
After toiling up a hill, which seems as if it 
never would end, — for as soon as you surmount 
one height, you see another rising still higher in 
