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and by the edge of the open forest on our right 

 the autumnal embrowning of the Bracken, at this 

 point, contrasting with the green of the Gorse 

 and the purple bloom of the Heather, and with 

 the golden richness of many clustered blossoms 

 of the Tormentil. 



Before emerging from the dip in our road we 

 catch sight, away to our left, of a pretty little bit 

 of charming English scenery. To get a view of 

 it we must look over the quickset hedge on our 

 left a hedge of thickly-matted twigs of Haw- 

 thorn, whose stems are grey and gold with en- 

 compassing Lichen green foliage, with purple- 

 brown edges, and vermilion berries. In our line 

 of vision we see meadow, cornfield stubble, and 

 wooded uplands descending into a quiet wooded 

 hollow. On the meadows cattle are quietly 

 browsing, their red, white, and brown markings 

 prettily contrasting with the spreading green turf 

 of the meadows. The cornfields, shorn now of 

 their crops, are made picturesque by the presence 

 of irregularly- scattered wheat stacks. Red-brick, 

 blue-tiled cottages, with whitened fronts, stand 

 t here and there half -hidden by screening trees 



