. The North Devon coast. low hue, yellow Sussex gaiterswith brass buttons, and great nailed boots thatwould have suited a ploughboy. A short jerkinof black cloth and a clerical waistcoat thatbuttoned up the side gave just a professional this costume, covered with the surplice, ofcourse, he would take the services as well ; notfrom any eccentricity, but simply because theconditions of these rustic parishes demanded demanded much walking, too. I see youvegot fine legs, Dr. Temple, the rather grim Bishopof Exeter, said: mind you run about yourparish. Over the wooded hill called Wr
. The North Devon coast. low hue, yellow Sussex gaiterswith brass buttons, and great nailed boots thatwould have suited a ploughboy. A short jerkinof black cloth and a clerical waistcoat thatbuttoned up the side gave just a professional this costume, covered with the surplice, ofcourse, he would take the services as well ; notfrom any eccentricity, but simply because theconditions of these rustic parishes demanded demanded much walking, too. I see youvegot fine legs, Dr. Temple, the rather grim Bishopof Exeter, said: mind you run about yourparish. Over the wooded hill called Wringapeak, theway now lies on to Heddons Mouth. There is no hint of monotony in this grandstretch of coast scenery. Here nature is full ofresources and surprises, and each cliff-profile,valley, wooded hillside, or little bay is strikinglydifferent from the last. Leaving Wooda Baybehind, having already, as you tliink, tasted everyvariety of scenic splendour, yet another aspectof these boundless resources is revealed, in an. HEDDONS MOUTH 6i exquisite wood of dwarf oaks. Through this de-lightful boscage, delightful in itself and in theshade it gives on fervent days, the way lies, as agrassy path. Great grey boulders, covered withlichen, show on either side, in the half light, andthe foliage of the oaks grows in wonderfully largelustrous leaves, by favour of this wonderfulclimate. It is all so quiet. Few people are evermet here ; but, here and there, at infrequentintervals one finds a retired villa, three-partshidden behind the shrubs of its ample such you pass, and see amid the woodlandtrees a little tombstone to a pet dog ; Bruiser,a good dog : concise, yet all-comprising. When rounding successive points, new andever more beautiful views are disclosed, andsublime thoughts rise, but they do not find fullexpression in that form, because of the loose stonesand fragments of rock that everywhere prodigallystrew the cliff-paths. Midway between WoodaBay and Heddons Mouth, a
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