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CHAPTER VIII. 
The day came when we were obliged to bid fare- 
well to the invigorating breezes of Princetown ; 
so, taking leave of tlie grey Ducky Inn, we started 
once more on our travels. 
About two miles from Princetown is an inn 
called ^Two Bridges,’ muck frequented by fisher- 
men. A short distance up the valley, to the left, 
lies the strange weird Wood of the Wise Men, and 
to the right the river Dart winds among low hills 
and swampy meadows. Close by Two Bridges a 
road branches off to Moreton Hampstead. This is 
the route usually frequented by those who wish to 
see the Moor ; but by doing so they lose some of 
the most striking beauties. 
Eor five or six miles beyond Two Bridges the 
country is very uninteresting, except when one 
comes to some rattling, sparkling stream like 
Cherry Brook, or some Tor as you pass assumes 
fantastic forms ; but then the scene alters. You 
