This is Enderley Flat.

We shall come to its edge soon, where it drops abruptly into such a pretty valley.

There, look down--that's the church.

We are on a level with the top of its tower.

Take care, my lad,"-- to the post-boy, who was crossing with difficulty the literally "pathless waste."-- "Don't lurch us into the quarry-pits, or topple us at once down the slope, where we shall roll over and over--facilis descensus Averni--and lodge in Mrs.
Tod's garden hedge." "Mrs.Tod would feel flattered if she knew Latin.