THAT SPLENDID AVENUE OF LIMES, 176 IT STOOD OUT LIKE A CAPE ALONG OUR COASTING JOURNEY, OUR NAVIGATION OF THE LINE OF THE DOWNS, 182 AND BEYOND THE WHOLE OF THE WEALD, 200 THE MOST IMPORTANT OF THE RIVERS IT MEETS UPON ITS COURSE, THE MEDWAY, 238 ROCHESTER, 252 THE SHEEP IN THE NARROW LANES, OR THE LEANING CONES OF THE HOP-KILNS AGAINST THE SKY, 260 THE PLOUGHLANDS UNDER ORCHARDS: ALL THE KENTISH WEALD, 268 SUCH A MAGIC OF GREAT HEIGHT AND DARKNESS, 278 MAP _at end_ ON THE ROAD AND THE FASCINATION OF ANTIQUITY ON THE ROAD AND THE FASCINATION OF ANTIQUITY There are primal things which move us. Fire has the character of a free companion that has travelled with us from the first exile; only to see a fire, whether he need it or no, comforts every man. Again, to hear two voices outside at night after a silence, even in crowded cities, transforms the mind. A Roof also, large and mothering, satisfies us here in the north much more than modern necessity can explain; so we built in beginning: the only way to carry off our rains and to bear the weight of our winter snows. A Tower far off arrests a man's eye always: it is more than a break in the sky-line; it is an enemy's watch or the rallying of a defence to whose aid we are summoned. Nor are these emotions a memory or a reversion only as one crude theory might pretend; we craved these things--the camp, the refuge, the sentinels in the dark, the hearth--before we made them; they are part of our human manner, and when this civilisation has perished they will reappear.