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the windoAvs very delicious, the charges are better 
suited to long purses than short ones. 
Trom Ashburton we once more turned moor- 
wards, in the direction of Moreton Hampstead. 
We had investigated Dartmoor on its southern 
and western sides ; had dwelt for a week in its very 
centre, and were about to cross its eastern flank 
by its whole extent. After surmounting a tremen- 
dous hill, in our upward course from Ashburton, 
we found ourselves on an exposed height where 
the wind came sweeping over the moorland. The 
air was indescribably delightful after the “muggy” 
warm atmosphere of the valleys, where the even- 
ing before we had been nearly choked by clouds of 
flies, which covered our clothes and made our grey 
horse look many shades darker. 
After a long drive over the bleak moorland, we 
came in sight of Hey Tor on our right, whose crags 
rise majestically above its valley and overlook the low 
land stretching southward to the sea. From what- 
ever direction you approach these rocks they are 
most striking objects, and are seen for miles around. 
We here made a detour to the left, the object of 
which was to get a view of the most remote village 
in the district, “ Widdecombe in the Moor.” We 
were quite unprepared for the rich and lovely valley 
that lay beneath us, an oasis in the surrounding de- 
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