Helbeck of Bannisdale -Vol I of Vol II

"I must be turning back. A dreary day for anyone coming fresh to these parts " So saying, Mr. Helbeck stood still-both hands resting on his thick stick-while his gaze slowly swept the straight white road in front of him and the landscape to either side. Before him stretched the marsh lands of the Flent valley, a broad alluvial plain brought down by the rivers Flent and Greet on their way to the estuary and the sea. From the slight rising ground on which he stood, he could see the great peat mosses about the river-mouths, marked here and there by lines of weather-beaten trees, or by more solid dots of black which the eye of the inhabitant knew to be peat stacks.