The state herald. (Holyoke, Logan County, Colo.) 1887-1921, 1909-07-23

1t is indeed surprising to find how
unfamiliar the English are as a race
with the beauties of their own coun.
try. How many Of them spend their
holidays on the continent in search of
beautiful scenery, not knowing that
within easy access they have scenery
difficult to equal and practically i'm
possible to supersede.
The glorious county Of Devon is lit
orally teeming with beauty spots. the
climax being reached in the delightful
little twin villages Of Lynton and Lyn-
mouth. nesting between precipitous
hills and ending in the gigantic rock
bound cliffs which skirt this portion
of the Bristol channel.
Blackmore's romantic novel OF
Lorna Doone" and Whyte-Melville'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 acquaint themselves with most
of the points of interest with which
the readers Of these famous novels
are familiar.
Leaving Minehead we pass varied
and beautiful scenery till we arrive
at the quaint little village OF Porlock,
where we pull up at the picturesque
ship Inn" Two additional horses
are here attached. for We have n 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 dis.
appearing the exquisite vale OF Por-
lock. on the right are the cleaning
waters OF the Bristol channel, whilst
on the left we obtain glorious views
of hill and moorland.
At Yearnoor Moor the horses are
changed, and the rest OF our Journey
through Somerset past County Gate
into Devon is indeed one of the love
Hest. On our right We still have the
Bristol channel. and on our left breezy
Exmoor. and II we have selected n
fine day for our journey we expert.
epco an Understandable feeling OF ex.
hilaration as We inhale the pure air
of the moors and enjoy the beauties
OF hills and coombes surely un.
eQualed elsewhere.
II we have chosen the autumn for
our visit. We revel in wealth OF gio.
rious color that Is indcscrbable; mile
after mile OF purple heather inter.
mixed with brilliant golden gorse. and
a glimpse OF Exmoor under these con.
diuons is never to be forgotten, whilst
II fortunate va may catch n glimpse
OF the red deer for which the district
is so famous. After a glorious ride OF
about twenty miles We reach Counties.
bury Foreland. and we now commence
our descent into Lynmouth. On our
left ARE towering hills. whilst on our
right is n sheer drop into the sea OF
several hundred feet. and we hold our
breath as the coach gradually de.
scends the steepest hi'l In England,
TIL the rushing waters OF the Lyn re-
mind us that We are rapidly nearing
our destination. Tire coach stops ut
the Lynbridgc hotel. where visitors to
Lynmouth alight. and one and all
agree that the latter part OF the Jour.
ney has left m impression that moth.
Ing will ever effacc.
The coach In now iightencd OF
much OF It's luggage. and the horses
start on their arduous climb to Lyn.
ton. several hundred feet above, and
here again the impression created Ia
most profound.
And now for few words about
these exquisite villages immortalized
by Shelley. Southey and others OF our
poets. and eulogizcd by Gninsborough
among fn<ious painters.
Nesting between gigantic hills In
tho tiny village OF Lynmouth. It's one
strect skirtcd by the East Lyn, whose
waters rush and tumble over the
rocks In their haste to reach the nea,
and here stretched before liz Ia n
scene Of loyelincss.
on our right reaching far out to sen
IN the gigantic hcadland OF Counties.
bury Forcland. whilst on our left arc
stupcndouB ellis covered with bril-.
iiantiy'hued flowers or wooded almost
to the waters edge.
II we retracc our steps and follow
the course OF the Lyn. In u few mo.