Dartmoor
WELL, I have seen everything; I have seen the mountains and lakes, the sea, the pastures and regions like gardens; the only thing I have not seen is a proper English forest, for here, if I may put it so, they have no forest because of the very trees. So off I went to the spot marked on the map as “Dartmoor Forest”; more over, unless I am wrong in my literary history. Dartmoor is the scene of the hound of the Baskervilles. On the way I had a look at the place whence Hispaniola sailed for Stevenson’s Treasure Island; it is at Bristol, most likely by that landing-stage where stood the brig which smelt of oranges. Beyond this there is nothing at Bristol except a fine church, where some sort of praying was just going on, a cathedral where devotions
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