CHAPTER V 



WOODLAND AND COVERT 



Give me a glade 



With tangled bracken for a carpet laid, 



And lawns between 



Where the blue hyacinth is dimly seen, 



Trees here and there 



Lest on mine ease the sun too hotly stare. 



THUS the poet of nature, and the pheasant, 

 albeit less concerned with picturesque 

 aspect than the practical demands of 

 existence, would yet find matter for 

 approval in these lines, as largely re- 

 flecting his own private opinion of a 

 wood in desirable condition. Not so 

 alas ! the forester, whose economic mind 

 would probably find little to admire in 

 this sylvan glade, his professional eye 

 only seeing in its wild beauty a poor 

 and dirty crop. With business mind 



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