Polegate

The restoration of land to nature will expand public access to the site through new trails and create volunteer opportunities to advance these conservation changes."

That brings us to the end of the news for Hailsham and Polegate.

Seldom even we went on the pier except to swim.

Our favorite walks were away in the country through Willingdon to Polegate, over Beachy Head, returning through East Dean to Liddlington and its famed tea garden, or across Bevinsy Levels to Wartling, for we always preferred the more unfrequented ways.

One day, when I was more than usually gloomy over the prospect of drudgery under my close-fisted relative, my friend said to me cheerfully, "Come, Scars, don't make yourself miserable about it.

My people have a saying that a smile is the only weapon one can use to combat misfortune, and I think it's true.

Then, having first mumbled something over his amulets, he quickly stirred the heap of sand with his finger, saying, "As these grains of sand cannot be divided, so cannot the bonds of friendship uniting Omar, Prince of Mo, with Scarsmuir and Cooaga be rent asunder.

Omar has spoken." End of chapter 2 Recording by Tom Weiss TomsAudiobooks.com Chapter 3 of The Great White Queen by William Le Que This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.

Recording by Tom Weiss Chapter 3 Outward Bound How, trembling lest we should be discovered, we left Eastbourne by train two hours later, Cooaga joining the train at Polegate so as to avoid notice, how the Grand Vizier of Mo purchased our travelling necessities in London, how we travelled to Liverpool by the night mail, and how we embarked upon the steamer Gambia, it is unnecessary to relate in detail.

Suffice it to say that within twenty-four hours of meeting the big negro, we were safely on board the splendid mail steamer, where everything was spick and span.

On this particular day there were miles of cowslips lighting up the green hills.

I kept along the downs till I found myself nearly opposite Polegate, with its junction, and then struck down towards it, and soon reached the station, thinking much of the yew tree and its silent companions, and of yonder lonely grave, and the sad group of children left motherless in a hard world.

End of Alfriston and Wilmington, Chapter 6 of Field Paths and Green Lanes, by Louis J. Jennings.

Bjornson's Beyond Human Power by Lee Milton Hamilton, 1880-1972.