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Two days are passed It is a su; the coachman has set

me down at a place called Whitcross; he could take iven, and I was not possessed of another shilling in

the world The coach is a mile off by this tiot to take my parcel out of the

pocket of the coach, where I had placed it for safety; there it

remains, there it must remain; and now, I am absolutely destitute

Whitcross is no town, nor even a hamlet; it is but a stone pillar

set up where four roads meet: ashed, I suppose, to befrom its

su to the

inscription, distant ten miles; the farthest, above twenty From

the well-known nahted; a north-ed with

reat moors behind and on each

hand of me; there are waves of mountains far beyond that deep valley

at my feet The population here ers on these roads: they stretch out east, west, north, and

south--white, broad, lonely; they are all cut in the e Yet a chance

traveller ers

would wonder what I an-post,