Some Goodland Rambles. 
CHAPTER I. 
IN THE NEW FOREST. 
KIL 2fOW pleasant to the lover of Nature 
; is the knowledge that the passage 
from the arid streets of a crowded 
city to the most delightful of wood- 
land glades, can, fortunately, in this 
age of high pressure, be accom- 
plished in an hour or two! A rush through 
dust, and smoke, and din; a wrench, as 
the iron wheels bite the metal points 
where the main line diverges from the suburban 
circle enclosing its great wilderness of bricks and 
mortar; a run through a district, half town half 
country, where the outer suburban villas are 
sparsely scattered ; then a plunge into a region 
where cornfield and hedgerow, green lanes, clus- 
