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 densest of quickset hedges, the biggest of sheep, the greatest quantities of ivy, coppices and hawthorn, as well as the bushiest trees and cottages covered with the thickest thatches that I have ever seen. An old tree in Devon shire is as compact as a rock and as perfect as a statue. Then come straggling, bare, forlorn hills without a single tree; this is Dartmoor. Here and there projects on the solitude of furze a granite boulder upraised like the altar of giants or primeval lizards; these are tors, I may tell you. Sometimes among the furze there flows a black streamlet,