Loitering in its quiet streets among
the old picturesque brick houses with tiled or thatched roofs
and tall chimneys--ivy and rose and creeper-covered, with a
background of old oaks and elms--I had the sensation of having
come back to my own home. In that still air you could hear
men and women talking fifty or a hundred yards away, the cry
or laugh of a child and the clear crowing of a cock, also the
smaller aerial sounds of nature, the tinkling notes of tits
and other birdlings in the trees, the twitter of swallows and
martins, and the "lisp of leaves and ripple of rain." It was
sweet and restful in that home-like place, and hard to leave
it to go back to the front to face the furious blasts once
more. Rut there were compensations.
The little town, we have seen, was overcrowded with late
summer visitors, all eager for the sea yet compelled to waste
so much precious time shut up in apartments, and at every
appearance of a slight improvement in the weather they would
pour out of the houses and the green slope would be covered
with a crowd of many hundreds, all hurrying down to the beach.
The crowd was composed mostly of women--about three to every
man, I should say--and their children; and it was one of the
most interesting crowds I had ever come across on account of
the large number of persons in it of a peculiarly fine type,
which chance had brought together at that spot.
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