The Argosy — page 52: what you’re looking at

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4I THE CHANNEL ISLANDS. By CHARLES W. Woob, AUTHOR oF ** THRoUGH HOLLAND,” *‘ THE CRUISE OF THE RESERVE SQUADRON,” &c. OWN through the region of the South Coast: between great stretches of won- derful gorse and hea- ther : skirting the edge of the New Forest with its splendid trees and wild wood paths and endless drives upon soft, luxurious turf be- neath whispering, glint- ing leaves: down through portions of Hants, Dorset and Sus- sex—a goodly portion and a fair out of this dear England of ours: until we reach South- ampton. | It was only three PLEMONT. o'clock in the _after- noon, and the boat for the Channel Islands would not start until the witching hour of mid- night. So before ‘‘daylight died,” we reconnoitred our steamer, the £Z//a: settled our berths with the civil and attentive steward : obtained a satisfactory report of the weather from the amiable captain (when were they ever known to give any other, these optimist rulers of the seas?) and safely deposited on board what the Germans would designate as the grosser part of our luggage. So far so good. Then back to the South Western Hotel, where we had put up for those few hours in Southampton. We wandered about the busy but not very interesting streets, admired (not for the first time) the old gateway they call the Bar, with its pointed arch, castellated summit, and general look of age, history and decay; and as a last resource, took the tram which conveyed us we knew not whither, and brought us back we knew not how—except that we seemed units in a multitude. The car was made to hold twenty-four people, and not Gomilchboo <S (EO)