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"Yon's the sand-hill," he said, pointing with his whip as he drew up at

a little inn "We'll order so the bacon we'll take the cart up to the pit and leave it, and

bring the horse back to stop in the stable till ant hiiven, and then we had a slow cliht at the top, the road had been cut straight through, leaving

an eh, on each side, while, for

generations past, the sand had been dug away till the embankments were

so on the sea-shore," said Ike "I see the ocean once

Linkyshire cost All sand like this Rum place, ain't it?"

"I think it's beautiful," I said as the cart was drawn over the yielding

sand, the horse's hoofs and the wheels sinking in deep, while quite a

cliff, croith dark fir-trees, towered above our heads The face

of the sandy cliff was scored with furrohere the water had run down,

and here it was reddish, there yellow or crealy white, while just below the top it was honey-combed with

holes

"San'- with his whip "There's

clouds of 'eo"

He pointed to the pretty white-breasted birds as they darted here and

there, and on we still went, jolting up and down in the sandy bottom,

where there was only a faint track, till ere opposite to a series of