Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1897-08-14

I our hands with pale crimson birds-eye
| the very stones We're covered thick
with dainty shades of rose and yellow
stone-crop mixed with white.
| All too soon we reached THE Lorna
! Doone," tiny farm. whose owner pro-
| pounded-much to our bewilderment-
the following question: win you have
| one horse or two?" After the explana
ton that the purpose of said horse. OF
horses, was to carry US six miles up
and back, through the valley, over q
hilly and stony road where no carriage
could make its way,-and all under a
scorching sun.-we were then con-
fronted by the problem, when two
women have never mounted horse
which would be the easier to manage
one animal or two? But the warning
came from the old farmer. that We
would bitterly repent If we took but
one, and this decided US. w. magnani-
mously gave T.. first choice. and she IN
the vicious pride of her youth" chose
outward beauty of form in place of
honest worth and work; but "HomelyH
gave her a much needed lesson AMI
proved that handsome is that hand.
some does" Not wishing to partieu-
larize. We draw a veil over the mount
merely mentioning that il was the most
hilarious occasion of our lives. in fac,
the whole six miles was one continuous
laugh. The Doone valley ride we're
positive would prove a sure cure for
any case of blues. AT first with meas
ured step and slow, we crept aIou.
each bearing in her hand a graceful
bough which served the double purpose
of fan and switch Gaining courage
as we walked. after consulting with
each other, we determined to try a
sWifter gait; it proved a rash decision:
no words can picture how we thumpe,i
and bumped; Rise in your stirrup.
ladies. screamed our distant guide. as
though We were not rising all the time:
and that was where the difficulty Law.
we dld 1t so in sections that the rise
was indefinitely prolonged When we
returned at night, our hostess put be-
tore us such feast as can be found
only at Lynton. We will not linger
over chops and peas but pass the
ciotted cream and whortleberry tart.
the very memory of which still brings
the moisture to our lips.
Ilfracombe, in spite of its melodions
name, proved something of a disappoint
nleht, so with no regret we left the CAV
watering place behind u.s. and hastened
On 70 quaint Clovelly so different in every
va! from any other spot in Britain. Our
.hiee mile walk through the ..Honby
ulNe amidst the widest natural seen
cry, Drought us in the end to an almost
perpendicular cliff; here. looking down we
aaM, punt upon its steep sides the one
street which makes this most picturesque
VI places This street tthere is no side
mhhinl Is paved with cobble stones down
Mnich we plunged. until rude stone step
s.aseu threatened disaster Succeeding
ms another plunge and then a second |
Pup ,.nP Just in the nick of time and SO on
~ W reached the foot. The houses |
louch they are built SO close torefher
a IN neariy each one had a small veranda
Uncovered In vines and all the tiny gar
"vn piots Were filled with flowers There |
1850 1851 tlme, long past. when travellers
-, I'll. Hl mere resting place far from the
n',,s,s crowd but frequent cheap ex-
~. SONS nave changed all that. The day
We spent there the place swarmed win
pscnie parties, tourists and a sprink,,np
IN. IN s.sisofs Tor week. We dined AT the
ssW sun, and readers of Marie CoreIli
go oe interested to learn that we were
ha;r Vu pS the same barmaid whose dyed |
shaa," Gnu painted cheeks were such !, |
49, 10 the authorizes of THE Mighty
,,n5n,, W hatever Miss Coreli writes *
I'M up.euiy true. but even with SO rer-
M ia, a. occasion for outspoken condem- /
RAD - We remember somewhere 10 have
s,,er ~ charity that never fails that
nanered long and is kind and Ia our
p - Observation-Disclosures Of other ~,
Jras ignts 1t seemed a cruel thing ~ I
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