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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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ate, too, in having it to ourselves. Only once atthe mid-day rest did we happen to come across the two or threechar-a-bancs and small crowd of excursionists that were perambulatingthe island in flocks and herds. No doubt they found their mode oftravelling very exhilarating ; the speed of four horses is much moreenlivening than that of two ; but our quiet hours and our solitarydrives k deux infinitely added to the charm of our own sojourn. It was satisfactory also to be able to stop the carriage wheneverwe came upon a spot that was unusually picturesque, or composedwell as a picture. Over and over again we took photographs of A Week in Jersey. 509 places that probably had never beenphotographed before. The islandis full of these lovely and exquisitescenes; surprises reserved by nature;for they come upon you in the mostunexpected manner. A sudden turnin the road opens out a charmingvalley, where, perhaps, you antici-pated nothing but a barren tract;or gaining a height, the full glory of
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The Corbieref. 10 A Week in Jersey. the shimmering sea bursts upon your dazzled vision. Our driverwas never so happy as when on any of these occasions he and hiscarriage and his cattle came in as an accompaniment; and if acharming landscape presented itself towards the end of the day,when our last plate had been taken, his distress was genuine. Two of our days stand out perhaps above all others. On the oneday we left the carriage for a time, and went down a narrow barrenvalley. A few sheep browsed upon the rugged sides. A narrowstream ran towards the sea. The tone of the hills was sad andsombre. Everything of a smiling aspect seemed to have fled away.No creature, human or animal, crossed our path. Presently we came to the end. Far below us was the sea. Theland jutted out in rocks, sharp and precipitous, beautiful in form andoutline. It was steep and shelving, and we had to be careful of ourfoothold. An immense rock rose out of the midst of the water, andwe could only gain it by a stee

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