CHAPTER III. 
FERNY RAMBLES IN SOUTH DEVON'. 
X HAT can be more delightful for the 
tired and jaded dwellers in our 
crowded cities, after dragging on 
an unhealthy existence during the 
long winter months within tlie 
domain of bricks and mortar, than 
a swift journey away out of the smoke, 
the bustle, the din, and the worry of city 
life, in the joyous month of May? A 
swift journey it must be, so that the dis- 
agreeable surroundings of the town may be 
rapidly left behind, and the loveliness of the 
fields and hedge-rows may, as rapidly, burst on 
the tired eyes — tired, that is to say, of the stale 
sight of paved streets and tall houses, but eager. 
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