FOREST TITHES 
THE leaves are falling fast, for a spell of wet weather 
has been followed by frosty nights, though the days 
are bright and warm still, and the mellow autumnal 
tints glow in the sunshine. 
At the farm, which is perched on the highest point 
of the moor, not a sound is to be heard, the menfolk 
being all at work in the fields. The farmstead is in 
good order, old though it is, for its stone walls were 
solidly built, they are thick, and all the timber used 
was oak, well seasoned. So substantial was the work 
that, with the exception of a few necessary repairs 
about some of the outbuildings, all is in nearly the 
same condition in which it was left by the owners, 
long dead, who caused it to be built so many genera- 
tions ago. The land also is to all appearance just 
what it was when the site of the farm was chosen. 
What was suited for cultivation was planted then, and 
the rest left wild, as it still remains, close to the solid 
path or track that leads from the woods up to the 
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