Now on true Roman way our horses sound, Graevius would kneel and kiss the sacred ground. Onwards to Exeter the measurements of Antoninus and his fellows--those literally ‘classic’ forerunners of Ogilby, Cary, Paterson, and Mogg--are hazy in the extreme, and it is difficult to say how the Roman road entered into the Queen City of the West. Oh! for one hour with the author of the Antonine Itinerary, to settle the vexed questions of routes and stations along this road to the country of the Damnonii. ‘Here,’ one would say to him, ‘is your starting-point, _Londinium_, which we call London. Very good; now kindly tell us whether we are correct in giving Staines as the place you call _Ad Pontes_; and is Egham the site of _Bibracte_? _Calleva_ we have identified with Silchester, but where was your next station, _Vindomis_? Was it St. Mary Bourne?’ [Sidenote: _THE HEATHS_] In the meanwhile, until spiritualism becomes more of an exact science, we must be content with our own deductions, and, with the aid of the Ordnance map, trace the Roman _Via Iceniana_ by Quarley Hill and Grateley to the hill of Old Sarum, which is readily identified as the station of _Sorbiodunum_. Thence it goes by Stratford Toney to ‘Woodyates Inn’ and Gussage Cow Down, where the utterly vanished _Vindogladia_ is supposed to have stood. Between this and Dorchester there was another post whose name and position are alike unknown, although the course of the road may yet be faintly traced past the fortified hill of Badbury Rings, the _Mons Badonicus_ of King Arthur’s defeat, to Tincleton and Stinsford, and so into Dorchester, the _Durnovaria_ of the Romans, through what was the Eastgate of that city. The names and sites of two more stations westward are lost, and the situation of _Moridunum_, the next-named post, is so uncertain that such widely sundered places as Seaton, on the Dorset coast, and Honiton, in Devon, eighteen miles farther, are given for it. Morecomblake, a mile from Seaton, is, however, the most likely site. Thence, on to Exeter, this Roman military way is lost. XVI From Virginia Water up to the crest of Shrub’s Hill, Sunningdale, is a distance of a mile and a quarter, and beyond, all the way into Bagshot, is a region of sand and fir-trees and attempts at cultivation, varied by newly-built villas, where considerable colonies of Cobbett’s detested stock-jobbers and other business men from the ‘Wen of wens’ have set up country quarters. And away to right and left, for miles upon miles, stretches that wild country known variously as Bagshot and Ascot Heaths and Chobham Ridges.