In the Track of R. L. Stevenson and Elsewhere in Old France

ver side in a great amphitheatre of hills and cliffs, the meeting-place of three important highways: that by which we ha

he sixth century. This religious house became one of the richest in all Gévaudan, but was suppressed, like so many of its kind, at the time of the great Revolution. The remains of the building are still an interesting feature of the place, and

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f the Causse Méjan

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cipices, that rise sheer and

-room, to which one gained access through a fine old-fashioned kitchen. With one of Taride's large scale maps before me, whereon was shown a "national

own by a thick red

cycle all the way. But there is no road as yet, though in five years or six there w

of the growing popularity of the place where hotels are rapidly increasing-in person he resembled a brigand grown stout with easeful days, and one naturally grew more suspicious when he protested that it would not make the difference of a sou to him whether we went by boat or toiled ourselves to death across the mountains. A good friend at Florac-none other than the Free Church minister-ha