of the trees that skirt the borders of the 

 woodland. The brook loitered between its 

 green and sloping banks and broke in tiny 

 billows over the smooth stones that lay in 

 its bed; the shadows grew denser as I 

 advanced, and a delicious coolness from the 

 depths of the woods touched the sultry 

 atmosphere. A moment later, and I stood 

 within the glen. The world of human 

 activity had vanished, shut out of sight 

 and sound by the deepening foliage of the 

 trees behind me. Overhead hardly a leaf 

 stirred, but the branching boughs spread 

 a marvellous roof between the heavens and 

 the woodland paths, and suffered only a 

 stray flash of light here and there to strike 

 through. As I advanced slowly along the 

 well-worn path beside the brook, the glen 

 grew more and more narrow, the hillsides 

 more and more precipitous. In the dusky 

 light that sifted down through the great 

 trees I felt the delicious relief of low tones 

 after the glare of the summer day. It was 

 another world into which I had come; a 

 world of unbroken repose and silence, a 

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