Jeffery Farnol

“ Thus it was that, being careless of his ultimate destination, Fortune condescended to take him under her wing, (if she has one) , and guided his steps across the river, into the lovely land of Kent,—that county of gentle hills, and broad, pleasant valleys, of winding streams and shady woods, of rich meadows and smiling pastures, of grassy lanes and fragrant hedgerows,—that most delightful land which has been called, and very rightly, “The Garden of England.” ”

“ I aren’t above giving a lift to a chap as can use ’is fists,—not even if ’e is a vagrant, and a uncommon dusty one at that;—so, if you’re in the same mind about it, up you get,—but no more furrin curses, mind!” With which admonition, the Waggoner nodded, grinned, and climbed back to his seat, while Bellew swung himself up into the hay once more. ”

“ It was thus, as has been said, upon a fair August morning, that Bellew set out on what he termed “a walking tour.” The reservation is necessary because Bellew’s idea of a walking-tour is original, and quaint. He began very well, for Bellew,—in the morning he walked very nearly five miles, and, in the afternoon, before he was discovered, he accomplished ten more on a hay-cart that happened to be going in his direction. ”