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The "Dark Entry," Canterbury, From the Green CourtFrontispiece
Sketch Map: The Ingoldsby Country[5]
"Tom Ingoldsby:" the Rev. Richard Harris Barham[13]
No. 61, Burgate Street, CanterburyFacing [14]
St. Mary Magdalene, Burgate Street, Canterbury[15]
Westwell[16]
The Hall, No. 61, Burgate Street, CanterburyFacing [16]
The Barham Coat-of-Arms[18]
No. 4, St. Paul's Churchyard[22]
Amen Corner, where Barham died....[24]
Ruins of St. Mary Magdalene, after the Fire of December 1886[26]
Canterbury Castle[32]
The Dane John, Canterbury[34]
The Dark Entry[37]
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"The Martyrdom," Canterbury Cathedral[52]
The Vale of Barham[65]
The "Eagle Gates," Broome Park[67]
Broome Park, the Real Original of Tappington HallFacing [68]
Tappington, from the Folkestone Road[69]
DentonFacing [70]
Denton Church and Court[71]
Tappington Hall[73]
The "Merchant's-Mark" of Thomas Marsh of Marston[74]
Tappington Hall: NightFacing [74]
Warehorne[79]
A Sundial, Warehorne Church[81]
Warehorne[82]
The Royal Military Canal at Warehorne[84]
Snargate[100]
Brookland[102]
Ivychurch[104]
Newchurch, on Romney Marsh: "This recondite region; this fifth quarter of the globe"[105]
Old Romney[111]
New Romney[116]
A Martello Tower[119]
Dymchurch Wall[121]
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The "Smugglers' Nest," Hythe[127]
Hythe, from the Road to Sandgate[128]
Folkestone[132]
The Stade, Folkestone[135]
Folkestone Harbour[137]
Folkestone in 1830. After J. M. W. Turner, R.A.Facing [140]
Romney Marsh, from Lympne "[144]
Lympne Castle[146]
A Cottage Tablet, Lympne[147]
A Kentish Farm[148]
The Ruined Chapel, Court-at-Street[149]
An Old Sundial, Aldington[151]
Aldington[154]
Cobb's Hall[159]
Aldington Knoll[160]
Bilsington Woods[161]
Bilsington Priory[162]
Bilsington Church[163]
Orlestone Hill[164]
Saltwood Castle[169]
Westenhanger House[175]
Lyminge[182]
Lyminge Church[183]
Old Houses at Elham[185]
Acryse[187]
The Preceptory, Swingfield Minnis[190]
The "Lone Tree"[197]
East Langdon[199]
"Marston Hall"[200]
The "Three Horseshoes," Great Mongeham[201]
St. Peter's, Sandwich[205]
The Barbican, Sandwich[209]
Sandwich, from Great Stonar[210]
Richborough, and the Kentish Coast-line towards Ramsgate[213]
The Smuggler's Leap[215]
Monkton[217]
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The "Ville of Sarre"[220]
Chislett[223]
Reculver[225]
Fordwich[228]
Fordwich Town Hall[230]
Sturry[232]
The Devil's Footprint[234]
Minster-in-Sheppey[243]
Tomb of Sir Robert de Shurland[245]
The Horse-vane, Minster-in-Sheppey[246]
The Soul, from a Monument in Minster-in-Sheppey Church[249]
The Estuary of the Medway, from the Road near Minster-in-Sheppey[251]
Shurland Castle[253]
Netley Abbey[261]
Salisbury Plain: where the Lavington Road branches off to the left from the one to Devizes[266]

[CHAPTER I]

INTRODUCTORY

The present writer foregathered a little while since with a man who had been to the uttermost parts of the earth. He had just returned from Australia, and was casually met on what the vulgar call the "Tuppenny Tube," travelling from the Bank to Shepherd's Bush. It was a humorous anti-climax to all those other journeys, but that is not the point here to be made. He was full, as might have been expected, of tales strange and curious of those outposts of civilisation he had visited, and of legends of places—whose names generally ended with two gulps and a click—where civilisation was an unknown quantity. But to this man, who had been everywhere and elsewhere, who had crossed the Dark Continent when it was still dark, England, his native land, was largely a sealed book. Even as one spoke with him it could be perceived how perfect an exemplar he was of many globe-trotting Britons who roam the world and can talk to you at first hand of Bulawayo or the Australian bush, but are instantly nonplussed if the subject of rural England be broached.

When he was done talking of places with savage and infinitely-repetitive names, composed of fantastically-arranged vowels, with never a consonant to consort with them, he was asked if he knew Kent. "Kent?" he repeated, in Jingle-like fashion, "why, yes. Canterbury Cathedral, hop-gardens, Charles Dickens, Rochester, Dover, and—and all that," he concluded, with a vague sweep of his arm. "Run through it on y'r way to Paris," he added, in an explanatory way. And that was all he knew of Kent: a place you run through, on the way to somewhere else! a country observed from fleeting and not very attentive glances obtained from a railway-carriage window! Such glances furnished him fully forth in all he had cared to know of the Garden of England!