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which it is considered necessary for those profess¬ 
ing to have seen Dartmoor to have visited; whe¬ 
ther they are worth the trouble must depend on the 
taste of the visitor. Yes Tor, the highest peak in 
Devonshire, rises, about five miles from the town, 
to a height of upwards of two thousand feet. The 
view from the summit is extensive; the hills of 
Exmoor away in the north, Bough Tor and Brown 
Willy in the west, while near at hand the rival hill 
of Cawsand Beacon and the minor tors and bogs 
of “the Moor” stretch away for miles; but the 
ascent is difficult and toilsome, over huge masses 
of granite which lie scattered in every direction; 
indeed in some places not a blade of grass is to be 
seen ; it is literally a hill of rocks. Cawsand Bea¬ 
con and Taw Marsh are also among the sights of 
this neighbourhood, but are hardly worth a visit 
from any one who has braved the rocks of Yes Tor, 
as the view is very much the same, and the bogs 
far more abundant. But if you really wish to see 
the moor and do not mind “ roughing it,” there 
are two or three out-of-the-way places where you 
may manage to exist for a day or two. And first, 
on the high road between Oakhampton and Tavi¬ 
stock we shall find the “Dartmoor Inn,” I give 
you warning that your fare may be nothing more 
luxurious than eggs and bacon, sparkling beer and 
