He passed, too, over the lines of a Roman camp; once this sunny empty down re-echoed to the clang of arms, the voices of the living were mingled with the cries and groans of the dying, for without doubt this stronghold of Roman arms was not won, standing, as it did, on the top-most commanding slope of the hills, without slaughter.

Yet to-day the peaceful clumps of cistus and the trembling harebell blossomed on the battlefield.
From this point the ground declined swiftly to the main road.

Straight in front of him were the palings of Falmer Park, and the tenantless down with its long smooth curves, was broken up into sudden hillocks and depressions.

Dells and dingles, some green with bracken, others half full of water lay to right and left of the path, which, as it approached the corner of the park, was more strongly marked than when it lay over the big open spaces.

It was somewhat slippery, too, after the torrent of yesterday, and Mr.Taynton's stick saved him more than once from slipping.