THE FERNY MOORLANDS. 
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it, know the pleasure derived by the Fern hunter 
when, after a long search, he at length lights on 
the variety for which he has been seeking. 
Down the side of the Cleave towards Lustleigh; 
through a boulder lane—huge masses of granite 
piled up on each side, and almost hidden by Ferns 
and moss—and away by hill-side, meadow and 
stream towards Totnes !—so ended our delightful 
ramble for that day across the ferny moorlands. 
