Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 141 of 400
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128 : The Channel Islands. clusters within the glass houses, These are also exported, and one grower alone last year made a small fortune by his grape harvest. But, to the visitor, the principal attraction of Jersey—as of all the Channel Islands—is the rocky coast. The whole of it may be seen in a few days, though it requires weeks to be appreciated. One may quickly learn the outlines of the rocks, and take in their height, depth and grandeur, mark the curves and crescents of the bays, and the way the blue sea rolls steadily in, to break at last in a long line of white, foamy surf. But the true enjoyment of all coast scenery is to view it in all shades and weathers; at sunrise, midday, sunset ; to watch the light playing on sea and Jand; to mark the progress of the shadows ; to lie in delicious solitude and abandonment with only the pa} if y = nat ‘cant, f dh | = te = illE armie || ! —s = = , it 0 dee |p) . Si- r r ghia | ee Naas \ = : Ihe = =e ~ ‘ = = 3 fico auth : ON THE PORT, JERSEY. clang of the seagull to disturb one’s reverie ; to spend day after day upon the water, cruising in and out of the irregularities of the rocks ; learning them by heart and taking them into the heart; to creep round their base and so form a true conception of their size and beauty ; to land on a rock above high-water mark and revel in the plash and roar of the sea as it dashes around; to find out the caves and the hollow nooks, and the places where the wild birds build and scream and clang, and hatch their young, and teach them to fly. Fairer day never dawned than our first Monday in Jersey— anything but a Black Monday to us, ‘Fhe car looked quiet, respect- able and well organised, and without misgiving we took our seats beside the driver. The horses dashed through the town at express speed ; the air was intoxicating. Soon the streets were left behind, and we mounted a steep hill, with a valley, almost a ravine, on the Gomirlchboo a Dy ltl ee et te a — -— - oe” eee —