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side and then reappearing again above the tree 

 tops as if it had climbed through the mass of 

 distant greenery. Beyond its utmost limit, as far 

 as we can see its course, a great mass of woods 

 rises against the sky and makes the distant 

 horizon. 



The crimson of the Hawthorn berries adds a 

 distinct element of beauty to the forest on either 

 hand and enriches the tangled clumps of Bramble 

 and Brake. The setting sun brings out in strong 

 relief the warmer colours of the landscape the 

 purple Heather blossom which is clustered on the 

 glades where autumnal Fern is spread out to the 

 light, and the massed heads of Beech and Oak 

 which glow under the dying radiance with red and 

 orange and purple. 



Descending again into a leafy hollow of the 

 forest we can follow with the eye the picturesquely- 

 winding course of our road until it dimly melts 

 into the far distance, its farthest extent being 

 concealed by the misty blue mass of the woods 

 which end the sylvan view. 



By glade and wood our way leads on, the trees 

 now advancing upon the extremest edge of the 



