The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-12-16
CHAPTER VII.

CHAPTER VII.
Public attention, even when the I'M
mourned, unwept man had been buried, |
concentrated itself too affectionately Oh !
Hagar and her hosts to be agreeable. /
and they ran away from it behind a
fleet pair of horses that Lord Straubenzee
got over from SidmoCth, and in the cool i
of the day explored neighborhood that
for all its loneliness is lovelier far when
we know its history, which few among
its jewellers do.
When mammoth and rhinoceri in
stead of small prey furnished the chase,
and our sporting ancestors, armed with
Clipped flint and elegantly attired in a
summer costume of woad, went out on
fine hunting mornings, High peak, Sal
| comb, was crowned with rude forts,
but the old hunters were lazy, and left
no record of their age save the barrows
dotted over the hilltops, and Devonshire
seems to have INDUCED in long nap
before the galleys of Ph9nicia came
coasting round Albion in search of tin,
and touched finally at the mouth Of the
| Sid.
One of them dropped Bactrian coin
on the shingle, just to prove to this day
that Greek paid us morning call,
and then for 500 years the valley slept,
and the next corners carried the insignia
of the eagles of imperial Rome. They
left behind bronze centaur that had
adorned Roman standard, and some
thing better still-a wonderful piece OF
Roman road, that, having defied time,
may defy eternity. But they found the
Devonshire lanes dull, rudely christened
the place Dammonia and sailed away,
leaving things very quiet for 1000
years or so, when, 10! Sidmouth's love-
" valley is dotted over with Saxon wig
vans, and actually where the church
now stands was rude Saxon prototype
of it, though the clergy seem to have
had an uncommonly rough time OF 1t III
those days, if all accounts are to be be-
lieved.
The little party had seen all that was
noteworthy in the neighborhood, not
forgetting Branscombe, that tangle OF
little valleys, the horizon shut off on
three sides by escarpments of embracing
hills, with an exquisite vista OF salt
J blue sea shining between two swelling
, headlands They had visited Beer, that
long fishing street running out of nat
, ural harbor scooped in the chalk cliff,
beloved of artists, who have built quaint
, houses ON the wooded combs above,
! and who never weary of making sketches
of those bold vikings who loudly regret
| the days of smuggling, when cargoes
| would be run on dark nights and coast
, guards pushed over the cliffs, for the
brown sailed boats nowadays bring but
. scanty grist to the mill.
{ "And that's why the Teignmouth
: cliffs are red,' Mamie was saying one
: day as from the brow of the Mutter moor
: they looked upon the wonderful pano
: rama spread out before them. "Becaust
Q the vikings wouldn't let our poor Sax
ons alone, and in their biggest invasion
the cliffs ran blood, and blood coloret
!, they are to this day.
Will Cassilis laughed. He had beer
a offered the fourth seat in the carriage
) by Lord Straubenzee and had accepted
d it ON the principle of half loaf being
better than no bread, though indeed thu
s number of half loaves he had lately re
d ceived alternately puzzled and alarmed
!, him.
) "You don't believe that, Mamie, d'
your" he said, knowing he would no
It have her less of little goose for TIT
}. world. Perhaps he did not know tina
p his very voice changed when he spoke Il
IS or Of her, but Hagar knew it. and 81
l. did Nannie's father.
s "Of course do. Father. you won
mind coming down TO the Knowle hote
n and having some teal" she added, col
It oring at the indecent JOY which over
q spread Wills face at her suggestion
y for in those 40 acres of pleasure ground
might one not lose 80 fathers and coul
10 paradise itself have made a more de
Il licious lovers trysting place?
v "With pleasure, said her father
e taking one last look at the Otter wind
e ing in and out of the valley like strea
10 of silver, the Aylesbeare hills beyond
It the Exc valley and Haldon hills, Will
l. melting into the blue distance rose tn
Dartmoor ranges that have always al
RI element Of savagery in their beauty. i
,r was all dear and familiar to him; b
l. never wearied of it, never ceased 3
N compare favorably this English Rivier
ID to which the English doctors send thei
a wives and daughters, while to the on
s. abroad they send their patients.
m Ibid you know" said Mamie ;
will as their carriage wheels cut tn
70 sweet springy turf and the coachma
l. began the long detour to get to the tow
1T below, "that Ottery st. Mary over Their
Of is the Clavering st. Mary of Pendennis