Abbey—­A week in the Big County—­Stump Cross Cavern—­Brimham rocks—­Malham Cove—­Fountains Abbey—­The Devil’s Arrows—­Taken for highwaymen—­Tessellated pavements—­York Minster—­Robin Hood and Little John—­A Sunday at Castleton—­Peveril of the Peak—­The cave illuminated—­My sore foot and the present of stones—­March through Derbyshire—­Lichfield Cathedral—­John Wiclif—­High Cross—­A peep at Peeping Tom at Coventry—­Leamington—­Warwick Castle—­Beauchamp chapel—­In Shakespeare’s House at Stratford-on-Avon—­Inhospitable Kineton—­All night in the cold—­Banbury Cross—­A Sunday at Oxford—­March across Salisbury Plain—­Stonehenge—­Salisbury Cathedral—­Where they make carpets—­Exeter Cathedral—­Bridport—­Honiton—­Dawlish—­A Sunday at Torquay—­Devonshire lanes—­Totnes—­Dartmouth—­Plymouth and the Big Bridge—­Our adventure with the 42nd Highlanders—­Tramp across Dartmoor—­Lost in the dark—­Liskeard—­Truro—­Tramp through the land of the saints—­St. Blazey—­St. Michael’s Mount—­A Sunday at Penzance—­Catching pilchards—­The Logan Rock—­Druidical remains—­The last church—­Wesley’s Rock—­Land’s End—­narrow escape—­Home, sweet home—­God save the Queen.

To this lengthy programme the secretary added the following footnote: 

Mr. Naylor is probably one of the few men living, if not the only one, who has accomplished the feat of walking from one end of the kingdom to the other, without calling in the aid of any conveyance, or without crossing a single ferry, as his object was simply pleasure.  His tour was not confined to the task of accomplishing the journey in the shortest possible time or distance, but as it embraced, to use his own words, “going where there was anything to be seen,” his ramble led him to view some of the most picturesque spots in the kingdom.

After this lecture I wired my brother, “I only got as far as York.”  As he knew I had gone to Hull by train, he read the telegram to mean I had only been able to reach York that day, and he imagined how disappointed my friends in Hull would be when I did not arrive there in time to give the lecture.  But he was relieved when he afterwards discovered that my wire referred to the lecture itself.  He thought I had done well to get as far as York, for “John o’ Groat’s to Land’s End” was much too large a subject to be dealt with in the course of a single lecture.

[Illustration:  LAND’S END.]

[Illustration:  [signature of] John Naylor]

IN MEMORIAM

Time plays many pranks with one’s memory.  The greatness of the journey is no longer with me, and my companion has been called away.  But this much stands out clearly in my recollections:  my brother was the leading spirit of the adventure—­his was the genius which conceived it and it was his courage and perseverance which compelled us to keep on in spite of many difficulties.

I have now set out our peregrinations at length from the diaries we kept during the journey.  The record, such as it is, I give to those who knew us as a tribute to his memory.