NATURE IN ENGLAND. 17 



Of other walks I had in England, I recall with 

 pleasure a Sunday up the Thames toward Windsor: 

 the day perfect, the river alive with row-boats, the 

 shore swarming with pedestrians and picnickers*, 

 young athletic London, male and female, rushing 

 forth as hungry for the open air and the water as 

 young mountain herds for salt. I never saw or imag- 

 ined anything like it. One shore of the Thames, 

 sometimes the right, sometimes the left, it seems, 

 belongs to the public. No private grounds, however 

 lordly, arc allowed to monopolize both sides. 



Another walk was about Winchester and Salisbury, 

 with more cathedral viewing. One of the most hu- 

 man things to be seen in the great cathedrals is the 

 carven image of some old knight or warrior prince 

 resting above his tomb, with his feet upon his faith- 

 ful dog. I was touched by this remembrance of the 

 dog. In all cases he looked alert and watchful, as if 

 guarding his master while he slept. I noticed that 

 Cromwell's soldiers were less apt to batter off the 

 nose and ears of the dog than they were those of the 

 knight. 



At Stratford I did more walking. After a row on 

 the river, we strolled through the low, grassy field in 

 front of the church, redolent of cattle and clover, and 

 sat for an hour on the margin of the stream and en- 

 joyed the pastoral beauty and the sunshine. In the 

 afternoon (it was Sunday) I walked across the fields 

 to Shottery, and then .followed the road as it wound 

 amid the quaint little thatched cottages till it ended 

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