TEENY COMBES. 
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broken to pieces.” A man came up and told the 
same tale. “Anyhow you will have a shocking 
road ; but that way,” pointing to her Britannic 
Majesty’s road, “ you can’t go at all. Ton must go 
nearly into Tavistock, eight miles off, before you 
will get into the Princetown road.” 
We were obliged to submit. We arrived at a 
moor where there was no track, only ruts as deep 
as the axle : in steering clear of them we got among 
granite blocks ; and how we should have managed 
I know not, had not a man and a cart happened to 
be going the same road, and directed us ; but his 
horse was fresh and his cart strong, and he went 
at a good pace, so that it was with no small diffi- 
culty that our poor jaded horse kept up with him. 
At last we reached Vixen Tor and Merrivale 
Bridge, but too cross and worn out to heed their 
charms, abusing the Ordnance map and Sampford 
Spiney. Never was sight of prison so welcome as 
that of Princetown was that night to us ! 
