ABSTRACT
The morning was calm and cloudless, and the round hills of the Peak 67 looked green and fresh in the early sunshine – a bright image of our youthful hopes as we hastened onwards, bidding adieu to our native Derbyshire, to commit ourselves to the chances of a world which, alas! we little knew, or we should not, I daresay, have been so light-hearted and eager for the journey. The adventures of the preceding night furnished us with ample topics for remark and chit-chat; and the varying prospects of the way were more interesting to Anne than to me, as it was the first long journey she had ever made.
