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"
I
have
only
been
here
two
years
.
The
residents
would
call
me
a
newcomer
.
We
came
shortly
after
Sir
Charles
settled
.
But
my
tastes
led
me
to
explore
every
part
of
the
country
round
,
and
I
should
think
that
there
are
few
men
who
know
it
better
than
I
do
.
"
"
Is
it
hard
to
know
?
"
"
Very
hard
.
You
see
,
for
example
,
this
great
plain
to
the
north
here
with
the
queer
hills
breaking
out
of
it
.
Do
you
observe
anything
remarkable
about
that
?
"
"
It
would
be
a
rare
place
for
a
gallop
.
"
"
You
would
naturally
think
so
and
the
thought
has
cost
several
their
lives
before
now
.
You
notice
those
bright
green
spots
scattered
thickly
over
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
they
seem
more
fertile
than
the
rest
.
"
Stapleton
laughed
.
"
That
is
the
great
Grimpen
Mire
,
"
said
he
.
"
A
false
step
yonder
means
death
to
man
or
beast
.
Only
yesterday
I
saw
one
of
the
moor
ponies
wander
into
it
.
He
never
came
out
.
I
saw
his
head
for
quite
a
long
time
craning
out
of
the
bog-hole
,
but
it
sucked
him
down
at
last
.
Even
in
dry
seasons
it
is
a
danger
to
cross
it
,
but
after
these
autumn
rains
it
is
an
awful
place
.
And
yet
I
can
find
my
way
to
the
very
heart
of
it
and
return
alive
.
By
George
,
there
is
another
of
those
miserable
ponies
!
"
Something
brown
was
rolling
and
tossing
among
the
green
sedges
.
Then
a
long
,
agonized
,
writhing
neck
shot
upward
and
a
dreadful
cry
echoed
over
the
moor
.
It
turned
me
cold
with
horror
,
but
my
companion
's
nerves
seemed
to
be
stronger
than
mine
.
"
It
's
gone
!
"
said
he
.
"
The
mire
has
him
.
Two
in
two
days
,
and
many
more
,
perhaps
,
for
they
get
in
the
way
of
going
there
in
the
dry
weather
,
and
never
know
the
difference
until
the
mire
has
them
in
its
clutches
.
It
's
a
bad
place
,
the
great
Grimpen
Mire
.
"
