| Author: | John Presland, F. J. Widgery | ISBN: | 9782819940456 |
| Publisher: | Release Date: November 27, 2011 | Publication: | November 27, 2011 |
| Imprint: | pubOne.info | Language: | English |
| Author: | John Presland, F. J. Widgery |
| ISBN: | 9782819940456 |
| Publisher: | Release Date: November 27, 2011 |
| Publication: | November 27, 2011 |
| Imprint: | pubOne.info |
| Language: | English |
pubOne.info present you this wonderfully illustrated edition. The original Celtic name for Devonshire, the name used by the Britons whom Caesar found here when he landed, was probably “Dyfnaint, ” for a Latinized form of it, “Dumnonia” or “Damnonia, ” was used by Diodorus Siculus when writing of the province of Devon and Cornwall in the third century A. D. So that the name by which the men of Devon call their country is the name by which those ancient men called it who erected the stone menhirs on Dartmoor, and built the great earth-camp of Clovelly Dykes, or the smaller bold stronghold of Countisbury. At least, conjecturally this is so, and it is pleasant to believe it, for it links the Devon of our own day, the Devon of rich valleys and windy moors, the land of streams and orchards, of bleak, magnificent cliff and rock-guarded bay, of shaded combe and suave, fair villages, in an unbroken tradition of name and habitation with the men of that silent and vanished race.
pubOne.info present you this wonderfully illustrated edition. The original Celtic name for Devonshire, the name used by the Britons whom Caesar found here when he landed, was probably “Dyfnaint, ” for a Latinized form of it, “Dumnonia” or “Damnonia, ” was used by Diodorus Siculus when writing of the province of Devon and Cornwall in the third century A. D. So that the name by which the men of Devon call their country is the name by which those ancient men called it who erected the stone menhirs on Dartmoor, and built the great earth-camp of Clovelly Dykes, or the smaller bold stronghold of Countisbury. At least, conjecturally this is so, and it is pleasant to believe it, for it links the Devon of our own day, the Devon of rich valleys and windy moors, the land of streams and orchards, of bleak, magnificent cliff and rock-guarded bay, of shaded combe and suave, fair villages, in an unbroken tradition of name and habitation with the men of that silent and vanished race.
