Some of 'em said that when a boy had been away from home a couple of years he ought to want to see his folks the first thing.
Well, he was done, he solaced himself. He had hitched his wagon to a star and been landed in a pestiferous marsh.
Bursdon and Welsford were then, as now, a rolling range of dreary moors, unbroken by tor or tree, or anything save few and far between a world-old furze-bank which marked the common rights of some distant cattle farm, and crossed then, not as now, by a decent road, but by a rough confused trackway, the remnant of an old Roman road from Clovelly dikes to Launceston.
The headless horseman harrowed Ichabod Crane as he tried to reach the bridge.
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