WOODLAND PATHS 



they are not overgrown, though they lose 

 their directness. After a few years it 

 seems as if, glad to be relieved of any 

 responsibility, they took to strolling aim- 

 lessly about, meeting one another and 

 separating again casually. 



I never see a wood-cart coming out 

 with a load, yet the road seems as defi- 

 nite in marking as it did a half-century 

 ago. But that is one of the fascinations 

 of the region. You take the same road 

 as usual, and by it you come out at some 

 strange and hitherto unheard-of garden 

 of delight. It is like the Arabian Nights' 

 Entertainments, where one story leads 

 into another and you wander on with 

 always a new climax just ahead of you. 



Out of the great pudding-stone boulders 

 of this region, of which you may find 

 specimens as large as an ordinary dwell- 

 ing-house standing in lonely dignity, you 

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