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270 THE CHAN N EL Yi S 2 eee By CHARLES W. Woop, F.R.G.S. AUTHOR OF ‘§ THRoUGH HOLLAND,” ‘‘ THE CRUISE OF THE RESERVE E were fortu- nate, in Sark, in having the moon at the full. Thus the nights were as beautiful as the days; nay more so. The silvery > Ete light brought oy wee, Out in dark, epee: mysterious re- lief all the deep valleys, illumi- nated the broad stretches of moorland, SSS solemnized the LEADING TO THE CREUX HARBOUR. cliffsand rocks, made visible distant objects upon the flat table-land. The far off windmill, with sails for ever turning, as if, like Sysiphus, their work was never done, seemed in the moonlight to whirl its ghostly arms in a phrensy of despair. It was always going, this mill; whether we passed it by day or night, the rush and creaking of its wings might be heard above the roaring of the wind and the beating of the rain. An amiable man was the Miller of Sark—for having no rival, we may give him this distinguishing title. And he was to be envied, as every one living in Sark is to be envied, though they know it not. He looked the picture of health and contentment, and in his white, floury suit was a cheerful and conspicuous object as he walked to and from his mid-day meal. More than once, on coming across him at these times, we accom- panied him to the threshold of his little home, and enlivened the way by fragments of gossip. They were all primitive and interesting, these people of Sark, and seemed blessed with an innate courtesy more to be desired than a polished manner which goes no deeper than the surface. True, we found the old shoemaker a somewhat Eomichooks.co