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Sparks, NV, USA
Pub. Date: 2020
Publisher: Wildside Press
Seller: Bonita, Newport Coast, CA, USA
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Before Oliver Trembath had advanced half a mile on his path, he had cooled sufficiently toexperience some regret at having been so quick to take offence at one who, being evidently aneccentric character, should not, he thought, have been broken with so summarily. Regrets, however, had come too late, so he endeavoured to shake off the disagreeable feelings that depressed him, and, the more effectually to accomplish this, burst forth into a bravura song with so much emphasis asutterly to drown, and no doubt to confound, two larks, which, up to that time, had been pouringtheir melodious souls out of their little bodies in the bright blue sky above.Presently he came to a part of the moor where two roads diverged-one to the right and the otherto the left. Recalling the shout of advice which the old gentleman had given him in parting, he tookthat which led to the left, and was gratified, on gaining an eminence a short distance in advance, tosee in the far distance a square turret, which he concluded was that of the church of St. Just.Keeping this turret in view, the youth stepped out so vigorously that he soon reached the small townthat clustered round the church, and going up to the first man he met, said, "This is the town of St.Just, I suppose, is it not?""No, et is'n; thee's come the wrang road, sur," replied the rustic. "This es Sennen church-town. St.Just es up over th' hill theere."Oliver Trembath's first feeling was one of surprise; this was followed by annoyance, which quicklydegenerated into anger as it flashed into his mind that the old gentleman might possibly have ledhim wrong on purpose."How far is it to St. Just?" he inquired."'Bout six miles, sur.""Then I suppose I am not far from the Land's End?" said Oliver after a pause."No, not fur," replied the man. "Et do lie straight before 'ee."Thanking the man, Oliver started off at a smart pace, resolving, before proceeding to St. Just, to visitthis extreme western point of England-a visit to which he had often looked forward with pleasantanticipatio