THE FERN 1’ARADISE. 
three miles back again through Dartington Wood, 
will be a delight and a study of the rarest kind 
for the Fern lover. 
Just a short description of the delightful 
suburbs at this part of Totnes before we dis- 
appear under the canopy of green trees that in a 
few moments will shut out the pretty little town. 
We cross a brook which skirts a flower-bespangled 
meadow, and flows darkly on by the side of a 
shady thicket. Then we plunge under a grove 
of elms, and emerging from these catch a fine 
view of church, castle, and town, sweeping up- 
wards to the left along an upland, on which 
orchards and fruit-gardens also nestle. Then we 
near the railway station, and are greeted by the 
e puff ’ of a passing train on crossing the railway 
bridge. One moment more, and town and rail- 
way are hidden from view as we get away into 
the green and winding road to Ashburton. A 
little further on we mount a hill, and turning round 
we may catch a last peep of the town nestling 
down a little below us, its houses just seen be- 
tween the leafy interstices of the arching trees 
which overhang the road we have already passed. 
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