I reached Thaxted, and rectified my first notion of the town, formed when I mistook it for Bardfield.

Having made six miles extra between the two points, I resumed my walk after a short delay at the latter.
The weather was glorious.

A cloudless sun shone upon a little sky- crystalled world of beauty, smaller in every dimension than you ever see in America.

And this is a feature of English scenery that will strike the American traveller most impressively at the first glance, whether he looks at it by night or day.

It is not that Nature, in adjusting the symmetries of her scenic structures, nicely apportions the skyscape to the landscape of a country merely for artistic effect.