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picturesquely broken and covered by empurpled 

 Bramble clumps, by Bracken, green and red, and 

 by flowering Gorse until we reach the village of 

 Cadenham. Here we turn to the south-west, by 

 a turning on our right at the entrance to the 

 village, and follow a road which, winding up hill 

 towards Stoneycross, presents an appearance of 

 singular beauty. On either side is the forest, and 

 from our point of view the serpentine form of the 

 road through it makes it look, as it climbs the 

 distant hill, as if it were cut through the tree tops. 

 From the top of the first hill there is a dip into 

 the hollow of the woods, and then the road again 

 appears to rise amongst the trees. As we pursue 

 our journey the sun is setting, and the reflected 

 light, thrown slantwise, sparkles brilliantly from 

 the glossy leaves of Holly and brings out vividly 

 all the rich colours of the wild and beautiful 

 woodlands. The ground is carpeted in some 

 places by Moss, green and sometimes almost 

 golden in the richness of its hue ; in others by 

 small-leaved Ivy ; by the pretty clustering leaves 

 of the Wood Sorrel and by the dwarf and beau- 

 tiful foliage of the Wood Anemone, whilst Bramble 



