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“
To
be
sure
—
I
’
d
quite
forgot
it
in
my
thoughts
of
greater
things
!
Well
,
vamp
on
to
Marlott
,
will
ye
,
and
order
that
carriage
,
and
maybe
I
’
ll
drive
round
and
inspect
the
club
.
”
The
lad
departed
,
and
Durbeyfield
lay
waiting
on
the
grass
and
daisies
in
the
evening
sun
.
Not
a
soul
passed
that
way
for
a
long
while
,
and
the
faint
notes
of
the
band
were
the
only
human
sounds
audible
within
the
rim
of
blue
hills
.
The
village
of
Marlott
lay
amid
the
north
-
eastern
undulations
of
the
beautiful
Vale
of
Blakemore
or
Blackmoor
aforesaid
,
and
engirdled
and
secluded
region
,
for
the
most
part
untrodden
as
yet
by
tourist
or
landscape
-
painter
,
though
within
a
four
hours
’
journey
from
London
.
It
is
a
vale
whose
acquaintance
is
best
made
by
viewing
it
from
the
summits
of
the
hills
that
surround
it
—
except
perhaps
during
the
droughts
of
summer
.
An
unguided
ramble
into
its
recesses
in
bad
weather
is
apt
to
engender
dissatisfaction
with
its
narrow
,
tortuous
,
and
miry
ways
.
This
fertile
and
sheltered
tract
of
country
,
in
which
the
fields
are
never
brown
and
the
springs
never
dry
,
is
bounded
on
the
south
by
the
bold
chalk
ridge
that
embraces
the
prominences
of
Hambledon
Hill
,
Bulbarrow
,
Nettlecombe
-
Tout
,
Dogbury
,
High
Stoy
,
and
Bubb
Down
.
The
traveller
from
the
coast
,
who
,
after
plodding
northward
for
a
score
of
miles
over
calcareous
downs
and
corn
-
lands
,
suddenly
reaches
the
verge
of
one
of
these
escarpments
,
is
surprised
and
delighted
to
behold
,
extended
like
a
map
beneath
him
,
a
country
differing
absolutely
from
that
which
he
has
passed
through
.
Behind
him
the
hills
are
open
,
the
sun
blazes
down
upon
fields
so
large
as
to
give
an
unenclosed
character
to
the
landscape
,
the
lanes
are
white
,
the
hedges
low
and
plashed
,
the
atmosphere
colourless
.
Here
,
in
the
valley
,
the
world
seems
to
be
constructed
upon
a
smaller
and
more
delicate
scale
;
the
fields
are
mere
paddocks
,
so
reduced
that
from
this
height
their
hedgerows
appear
a
network
of
dark
green
threads
overspreading
the
paler
green
of
the
grass
.
The
atmosphere
beneath
is
languorous
,
and
is
so
tinged
with
azure
that
what
artists
call
the
middle
distance
partakes
also
of
that
hue
,
while
the
horizon
beyond
is
of
the
deepest
ultramarine
.
Arable
lands
are
few
and
limited
;
with
but
slight
exceptions
the
prospect
is
a
broad
rich
mass
of
grass
and
trees
,
mantling
minor
hills
and
dales
within
the
major
.
Such
is
the
Vale
of
Blackmoor
.
The
district
is
of
historic
,
no
less
than
of
topographical
interest
.
The
Vale
was
known
in
former
times
as
the
Forest
of
White
Hart
,
from
a
curious
legend
of
King
Henry
III
’
s
reign
,
in
which
the
killing
by
a
certain
Thomas
de
la
Lynd
of
a
beautiful
white
hart
which
the
king
had
run
down
and
spared
,
was
made
the
occasion
of
a
heavy
fine
.
In
those
days
,
and
till
comparatively
recent
times
,
the
country
was
densely
wooded
.
Even
now
,
traces
of
its
earlier
condition
are
to
be
found
in
the
old
oak
copses
and
irregular
belts
of
timber
that
yet
survive
upon
its
slopes
,
and
the
hollow
-
trunked
trees
that
shade
so
many
of
its
pastures
.
The
forests
have
departed
,
but
some
old
customs
of
their
shades
remain
.
Many
,
however
,
linger
only
in
a
metamorphosed
or
disguised
form
.
The
May
-
Day
dance
,
for
instance
,
was
to
be
discerned
on
the
afternoon
under
notice
,
in
the
guise
of
the
club
revel
,
or
“
club
-
walking
,
”
as
it
was
there
called
.
It
was
an
interesting
event
to
the
younger
inhabitants
of
Marlott
,
though
its
real
interest
was
not
observed
by
the
participators
in
the
ceremony
.
Its
singularity
lay
less
in
the
retention
of
a
custom
of
walking
in
procession
and
dancing
on
each
anniversary
than
in
the
members
being
solely
women
.
In
men
’
s
clubs
such
celebrations
were
,
though
expiring
,
less
uncommon
;
but
either
the
natural
shyness
of
the
softer
sex
,
or
a
sarcastic
attitude
on
the
part
of
male
relatives
,
had
denuded
such
women
’
s
clubs
as
remained
(
if
any
other
did
)
or
this
their
glory
and
consummation
.
The
club
of
Marlott
alone
lived
to
uphold
the
local
Cerealia
.
It
had
walked
for
hundreds
of
years
,
if
not
as
benefit
-
club
,
as
votive
sisterhood
of
some
sort
;
and
it
walked
still
.
The
banded
ones
were
all
dressed
in
white
gowns
—
a
gay
survival
from
Old
Style
days
,
when
cheerfulness
and
May
-
time
were
synonyms
—
days
before
the
habit
of
taking
long
views
had
reduced
emotions
to
a
monotonous
average
.
Their
first
exhibition
of
themselves
was
in
a
processional
march
of
two
and
two
round
the
parish
.
Ideal
and
real
clashed
slightly
as
the
sun
lit
up
their
figures
against
the
green
hedges
and
creeper
-
laced
house
-
fronts
;
for
,
though
the
whole
troop
wore
white
garments
,
no
two
whites
were
alike
among
them
.
Some
approached
pure
blanching
;
some
had
a
bluish
pallor
;
some
worn
by
the
older
characters
(
which
had
possibly
lain
by
folded
for
many
a
year
)
inclined
to
a
cadaverous
tint
,
and
to
a
Georgian
style
.
