120 VOICES FEOM THE WOODLANDS. 



wants ; no forest-keeper goes forth in quest of them, with 

 hay or turnips : they must forget the cravings of hunger, 

 and bury themselves among withered leaves, till better days, 

 or till they discover some less frozen part covered with 

 withered ferns. 



Listen to the following animated description. It will 

 bring before your mental view a scene of no ordinary 

 interest, associated with our New Forest brethren, and 

 their grunting dependants. 



" We well remember," said the narrator,"* " when in one 

 of our rambles we had thrown ourselves down at the root 

 of a great beech-tree, whence we looked abroad from under- 

 neath its wide canopy of foliage on a small streak of sun- 

 shine, which, penetrating an opening in the wood, and 

 falling athwart the ground beyond, gave a broader and 

 deeper effect to the surrounding shadows. Not a breath 

 of air shook the stationary foliage, not a sound was heard, 

 and we lay in all that listlessness of dreamy musing which 

 * Sir Thomas Dick Lauder. 



