Past the Docks eastward and landward it is all flat pasture, once marsh, except for a few gardens, and there are very few permanent dwellings there: scarcely anything but a few sheds, and cots for the men who come to look after the great herds of cattle pasturing there.

But however, what with the beasts and the men, and the scattered red-tiled roofs and the big hayricks, it does not make a bad holiday to get a quiet pony and ride about there on a sunny afternoon of autumn, and look over the river and the craft passing up and down, and on to Shooters' Hill and the Kentish uplands, and then turn round to the wide green sea of the Essex marsh-land, with the great domed line of the sky, and the sun shining down in one flood of peaceful light over the long distance.

There is a place called Canning's Town, and further out, Silvertown, where the pleasant meadows are at their pleasantest: doubtless they were once slums, and wretched enough." The names grated on my ear, but I could not explain why to him.

So I said: "And south of the river, what is it like ?" He said: "You would find it much the same as the land about Hammersmith.
North, again, the land runs up high, and there is an agreeable and well- built town called Hampstead, which fitly ends London on that side.

It looks down on the north-western end of the forest you passed through." I smiled.