He had then gone to live with a friend in America. Mortimer agreed
with me, that Devonshire men were as special as the county itself,
and cited the Celtic enthusiasm & power of attachment evident inside
Sir Henry's own rounded Celtic head.
Baskerville's first sight of the moor was impressive. Over the green
squares of the fields & the low curve of a wood, there rose in the
distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange jagged summit, dim &
vague in the distance, like some fantastic landscape in a dream. Sir
Henry sat for a long time, his eyes fixed upon it, and I read upon his
eager face how much it meant to him, this first sight of that strange
spot where the men of his blood had held sway so long and left their
mark so deep. There he sat, with his tweed suit & his American accent,
in the corner of a prosaic railway-carriage, and yet as I looked at his
