The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1909-08-05
GLORIOUS DEV0NSHIRE
One of EngIands Beauty Spots.

now unfamiliar the English are as
a race with the beauties of their
own country. How many of them
spend their holidays on the cont.
nent in search of beautiful scenery,
not knowing that within easy &C
cess they have scenery difficult to
equal and practically impossible
to supersede.
The glorious county of Devon is
literally teeming with beauty spots
the climax being reached in the
delightful little twin villages OF
Lynton and Lynmouth, nesting
between precipitous hills and end
ing in the gigantic rockbound
cliffs which skirt this portion of
the Bristol channel.
Blackmore's romantic novel of
Lorna Doone" and Whyte- Mel
ville's "Katerfelto" have done
much to make these beauty spots
familiar to US, and those who
travel to Lynton and Lynmouth
via coach from Minehead can ac-
quaint themselves with most of
the points of interest with which
the readers Of these two famous
novels are familiar.
Leaving Minehead we pass varied
and beautiful scenery till we ar
rived at the quaint little village of
Porlock, where we pulled up at
the picturesque Ship Inn" Two
additional horses ale here attach
ed, for we have a very steep climb
of several hundred feet before we
reach our next stopping place, and
even with the six horses we now
have the ascent is none too easy.
Behind us we see gradually disap-
pearing the exquisite vale of Por-
lock, Oh The right are the gleam-
ing waters of the Bristol channel,
whilst on the left we obtain glori-
Gus views of hills and moorland.
At Yearmoor Moor the horses
are changed, and the rest of our
journey through Somerset past
County Gate into Devon is indeed
one Of the loveliest. On our right
we still have the Bristol channel,
and on our left breezy Exmoor,
and if we have selected a fine day
for our journey we experience an
Undesirable feeling Of exhi.ara-
ton as we inhale the pure air of
the moors and enjoy the beauties
Of hills and coombes surely I'M
equaled elsewhere.
If we have chosen the autumn
for our visit, we revel in a wealth
of glorious color that is indescrib-
able; mile after mile Of purple
heather intermixed with brilliant
golden grose, and glimpse of Elk
moor under these conditions is
never to be forgotten, whilst if
fortunate we may catch a glimpe
of the red deer for which the dis
trict is so famous, After a glori-
Gus ride of about twenty miles we
reach Countesbury Foreland, and
we now commence our descent into
Lynmouth. On our left are tow
ering hills, whilst on our right is
a sheer drop into the sea of several
hundred feet, and we hold our
breath as the coach gradually de-
scends the steepest hill in England.
till the rushing waters OF the LYn
remind Us that we are nearing our
destination. The coach stops at
the Lynbridge hotel, where visi-
tors to Lynmouth alight, and one
and all agrees that the latter part
of the journey has left an impress
sion that nothing will ever efface,
The coach is now lightened of
much of its luggage, and the
horses start on their arduous climb
to Lynton, several hundred feet
above, ard here again the impress
sion created is most profound.
And now for a few words about
these exquisite villages immortal
lied by Shelby, Southcy and 9th
ers of our poets, and eulogized by
Gainsborough mong famous
painters.
Nesting between gigantic hills
is the tiny village of LynuOth. its