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During the long progrefs the drivers never 

 lodge under any fhelter, but what the foreft 

 fupplies, when they ftop to feed their herds 

 on the flips of paflurage on each fide of the 

 road. In the evening the dead lilence of 

 the country is interrupted only by the lowing 

 of the cattle, and the carols of the drivers, 

 which refound through the woods ; while 

 the deep gloom of the forefl is here and 

 there brightened by fires lighted by the 

 herdfmen -, round which they fit in numerous 

 groups drefling their vi6tuals, or ftretched 

 afleep along the ground*. 



The account I have here given of the foreft- 

 vifta is the fober refult of frequent examination. 

 A tranfcript of the firil feelings would have 

 been rhapfody ; which no defcription fhould 

 indulge. The defcriber imagines that his 

 own feelings of a natural fcene can be conveyed 

 by warm expreffions. Whereas nothing but 

 the fcene itfelf can convey his feelings. Loofe 

 ideas (not truth, but verifimilitude) is all that 

 'verbal defcription pretends to convey ; and 

 this is not to be done by high colouring ; but 



* See Cox's travels in Ruffia, vol. II. 



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