One great estate still remains, and on its hill the oldest settlement of the neighbourhood. The generosity of the Egerton family throws open to the public, in the woods of St. George's Hill, some hundreds of acres of pine forest and heather. On the summit of the hill stands a large prehistoric camp, where neolithic Wey-siders in Wey beaver-fur and buckskin entrenched their wives and their cattle. There are fifteen or sixteen of these ancient British camps in Surrey or just over the border; this is the largest, and the height and strength of its earthworks are admirable. It is more than three-quarters of a mile in circumference, and since it is obviously a camp, has naturally been set down as Caesar's. But that is the fate of anything old which looks like a fortification--part of the traditional method of assigning otherwise inexplicable phenomena to their proper agents. Camps are all Caesar's, Cromwell made all the ruins, and all geological wonders belong to the devil. St. George's Hill, or rather the low-lying ground on the Cobham side of it, was once the scene of a curious agricultural experiment. In the late days of the Parliamentary wars the Levellers sent some thirty men, under leaders named Everard and Winstanley, to seize part of the common land and plant roots and beans. Fairfax sent two troops of horse after them, and the captured Everard made him a speech, in which he claimed that he had had a vision instructing him to dig and plough the earth for the benefit of the poor, and that his mission was to help his oppressed fellow-Israelites back to their rights over all landed and other property. The Digger-Socialist did not give Fairfax much more trouble, for the irate commoners, refusing to be delivered from bondage, drove the Levellers from their common and pulled up the roots and beans. The Levellers have their poet, and he made them a song with a fine lilt. Here are the first three stanzas: You noble Diggers all, stand up now, stand up now, You noble Diggers all, stand up now, The wast land to maintain, seeing Cavaliers by name Your digging does disdaine, and persons all defame. Stand up now, stand up now. Your houses they pull down, stand up now, stand up now, Your houses they pull down, stand up now. Your houses they pull down to fright poor men in town, But the gentry must come down, and the poor shall wear the crown. Stand up now, Diggers all. With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now, stand up now, With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now, Your freedom to withhold, seeing Cavaliers are bold To kill you if they could, and rights from you to hold. Stand up now, Diggers all.