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dually rise until we make out tke tower of some 
village church, and then a stately mansion with its 
ancient trees around, and the little cottage homes 
nestling hard by ! 
Just so the hills of the West appear to us as we 
rush towards them on the railway, which we leave 
at Bridgewater and take the road which runs 
through Minehead to Lynton. 
Now we have passed Coleridge’s Nether Stowey 
and Southey’s Kilve by the green sea,” which 
shines in the sun away to our right, with the hills 
of Wales beyond. After crossing the beautiful 
Quantock Hills we see in front of us the country 
for which we are bound. There rises Dunster 
Castle, and behind it the brown rolling mass of 
Exmoor looms up against the sky. 
This is decidedly the best entrance into Devon- 
shire, and it is much to be regretted that it is not 
better known and more frequented. The whole 
route from Bridgewater is rich in lovely scenes ; 
and the first impression of the Great Western 
County will be one of astonishment, as from “ The 
County Gate” the traveller looks down on Glen- 
thorne, the marvellous residence of Mr. Halliday, 
and is told, that to reach the house he sees just 
beneath him requires a winding road three miles 
long. Such are Devonshire hills ! 
