{"product_id":"2940013768796","title":"A Warning to the Curious","description":"The place on the east coast which the reader is asked to consider is\u003cbr\u003eSeaburgh. It is not very different now from what I remember it to have\u003cbr\u003ebeen when I was a child. Marshes intersected by dykes to the south,\u003cbr\u003erecalling the early chapters of Great Expectations; flat fields to the\u003cbr\u003enorth, merging into heath; heath, fir woods, and, above all, gorse,\u003cbr\u003einland. A long sea-front and a street: behind that a spacious church\u003cbr\u003eof flint, with a broad, solid western tower and a peal of six bells.\u003cbr\u003eHow well I remember their sound on a hot Sunday in August, as our\u003cbr\u003eparty went slowly up the white, dusty slope of road towards them, for\u003cbr\u003ethe church stands at the top of a short, steep incline. They rang with\u003cbr\u003ea flat clacking sort of sound on those hot days, but when the air was\u003cbr\u003esofter they were mellower too. The railway ran down to its little\u003cbr\u003eterminus farther along the same road. There was a gay white windmill\u003cbr\u003ejust before you came to the station, and another down near the shingle\u003cbr\u003eat the south end the town, and yet others on higher ground to the\u003cbr\u003enorth. There were cottages of bright red brick with slate roofs... but\u003cbr\u003ewhy do I encumber you with these commonplace details? The fact is that\u003cbr\u003ethey come crowding to the point of the pencil when it begins to write\u003cbr\u003eof Seaburgh. I should like to be sure that I had allowed the right\u003cbr\u003eones to get on to the paper. But I forgot. I have not quite done with\u003cbr\u003ethe word-painting business yet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWalk away from the sea and the town, pass the station, and turn up the\u003cbr\u003eroad on the right. It is a sandy road, parallel with the railway, and\u003cbr\u003eif you follow it, it climbs to somewhat higher ground. On your left\u003cbr\u003e(you are now going northward) is heath, on your right (the side\u003cbr\u003etowards the sea) is a belt of old firs, wind-beaten, thick at the top,\u003cbr\u003ewith the slope that old seaside trees have; seen on the skyline from\u003cbr\u003ethe train they would tell you in an instant, if you did not know it,\u003cbr\u003ethat you were approaching a windy coast. Well, at the top of my little\u003cbr\u003ehill, a line of these firs strikes out and runs towards the sea, for\u003cbr\u003ethere is a ridge that goes that way; and the ridge ends in a rather\u003cbr\u003ewell-defined mound commanding the level fields of rough grass, and a\u003cbr\u003elittle knot of fir trees crowns it. And here you may sit on a hot\u003cbr\u003espring day, very well content to look at blue sea, white windmills,\u003cbr\u003ered cottages, bright green grass, church tower, and distant martello\u003cbr\u003etower on the south.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs I have said, I began to know Seaburgh as a child; but a gap of a\u003cbr\u003egood many years separates my early knowledge from that which is more\u003cbr\u003erecent. Still it keeps its place in my affections, and any tales of it\u003cbr\u003ethat I pick up have an interest for me. One such tale is this: it came\u003cbr\u003eto me in a place very remote from Seaburgh, and quite accidentally,\u003cbr\u003efrom a man whom I had been able to oblige--enough in his opinion to\u003cbr\u003ejustify his making me his confidant to this extent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI know all that country more or less (he said). I used to go to\u003cbr\u003eScaburgh pretty regularly for golf in the spring. I generally put up\u003cbr\u003eat the 'Bear', with a friend--Henry Long it was, you knew him\u003cbr\u003eperhaps--('Slightly,' I said) and we used to take a sitting-room and\u003cbr\u003ebe very happy there. Since he died I haven't cared to go there. And I\u003cbr\u003edon't know that I should anyhow after the particular thing that\u003cbr\u003ehappened on our last visit.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47068919005424,"sku":"2940013768796","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013768796_p0.jpg?v=1763590013","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013768796","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}