om the plains could not be imagined, for, as the novelist says in another passage,

er the edge of the table-land, the entire length of it being in view at one stroke of the eye. The task of ascending is laborious in the extreme, and much sitting at cafés, which is the habit of the townsfolk, does not equip them for the undertaking. Few wayfarers are encountered, and when the summit of the Ca

ted this little-known corner of France, and in the following p

OVER T

graph by Mr.

ell). Alike, fact and legend have increased the popular dread. It was known that many an unfortunate sheep or goat had fallen into some abyss, never, of course, to be heard of after. It was said that a jealous seigneur of these regions had been seen thus to get rid of his young wife-one tradition out of many. According to the country-folk of Padirac, the devil, hurrying away with a captured soul, was overtaken by S

l, and his adventures in these underground tunnels and