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the rich flowers of the Dwarf Furze look like golden 

 flashes from the ground. 



For two or three miles our route gives us a 

 prospect of undulating forest. Here and there 

 Scotch Firs are sparsely scattered, but no human 

 habitation breaks the solitariness of the scene. 

 At some distance further on we pass some cottages, 

 and just at this spot we get a sight of woods 

 down away and towards the south. At this point 

 our road commences to dip over an incline in the 

 forest where masses of autumnal Bracken of a 

 rich, reddish brown contrasts with the fresh ver- 

 dancy of the Gorse and the dark-green glossy 

 leaves of the Holly, whilst, to heighten the general 

 effect, we have the rich purple of the Heather 

 bells, the brilliant blossoms of the Dwarf Furze and 

 the bluish-green foliage of the Scotch Pine. 

 Descending into a wooded hollow of the forest we 

 get a prospect, away to our right and southwards, 

 of distant wooded uplands whose colours are 

 brought out in strong relief under the play of sun- 

 shine. Our path, now undulating, winds on and 

 on over the moorlands, opening up, from time to 

 time, as we continue it, prospects of the woods 



