The country through which we rode was a beautiful one, consisting of low swelling hills, well tilled and watered by numerous streamlets.

Crossing over the river Brue by a good stone bridge, we at last reached the small country town for which we had been making, which lies embowered in the midst of a broad expanse of fertile meadows, orchards, and sheep-walks.

From the rising ground by the town we looked back over the plain without seeing any traces of the troopers.

We learned, too, from an old woman of the place, that though a troop of the Wiltshire Yeomanry had passed through the day before, there were no soldiers quartered at present in the neighbourhood.

Thus assured we rode boldly into the town, and soon found our way to the principal inn.