As the place is without an inhabitant, so it is without a trackway.

So presently leaving the macadamized road to pursue its course elsewhither, I step off upon the fallow, and plod stumblingly across it.

The castle looms out off the shade by degrees, like a thing waking up and asking what I want there.

It is now so enlarged by nearness that its whole shape cannot be taken in at one view.

The ploughed ground ends as the rise sharpens, the sloping basement of grass begins, and I climb upward to invade Mai-Dun.
Impressive by day as this largest Ancient-British work in the kingdom undoubtedly is, its impressiveness is increased now.