An English holiday with car and camera . nd. The blue-grey of the wallscontrasted effectively with the ruddy-toned roofs,and pigeons hovering over the farmsteads, orfluttering about their red tiles, gave a touch of lifeand an added sense of homeliness to the ancient andtime - mellowed dwellings. How peaceful all thecountry looked! how suggestive of long and con-tented abiding! I think there is no other countryin the world that bestows upon the leisurelytraveller such a real feeling of restfulness as ruralEngland, at least those portions of it whose century-gathered beauty has not been disturbe
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An English holiday with car and camera . nd. The blue-grey of the wallscontrasted effectively with the ruddy-toned roofs, and pigeons hovering over the farmsteads, orfluttering about their red tiles, gave a touch of lifeand an added sense of homeliness to the ancient andtime - mellowed dwellings. How peaceful all thecountry looked! how suggestive of long and con-tented abiding! I think there is no other countryin the world that bestows upon the leisurelytraveller such a real feeling of restfulness as ruralEngland, at least those portions of it whose century-gathered beauty has not been disturbed by thehand of the modern builder, or that even greatersinner, the engineer. To the extent that a mancan be made happy by beautiful and reposefulsurroundings, the wayfarer in our English Arcadiashould be happy—a true Arcadia that ever greetsone with a smile! In a restless age it is a land atrest. Then as the country opened out we passedthrough cornfields ripening for the harvest—corn-fields that waved around us like a golden sea as. AN ANCIENT HALF-TIMBER PIGEON-COTE. u NATURES MUSIC 23 they were swayed by the soft south wind ; and fromthe rippling corn there came to us a gentle sur, sur, sur, surring of the wind amongst the tossing ears, afaint but plainly audible sound, soothing anddelightful to listen to, as Natures minor musicalways is. Not that Nature is ever in a minormood; sometimes she sounds the big drum, as youmay realise when listening to the surging of awintry sea, or the thunderous, far-resounding boom, boom, boom of the great Atlantic waves as, storm-driven, they dash themselves against the granitecrags of the rugged Cornish coast. Much has beenwritten of the charms of country scenes, and howthey refresh the eye of the town-tired traveller, butthough alluded to at times, less has been said aboutcountry sounds, —the liquid gurgling of runningstreams, the plash of falling water, the rustling ofthe wind amongst the leafy trees, the hum of bees, the lowing of cattl