134 OUR WOODLAND TREES. 
fern. But a turn in our road suddenly brings 
us in sight of a little bit of roadside forest, 
lying on our right hand side—a score of forest 
trees picturesquely scattered over the broad ex- 
tent of a daisied greensward. We cannot resist 
the temptation to rest awhile on this beautiful 
bit of woodland. Here are a score or more of 
trees—Oak and Beech—and nearly in the centre 
of the ground the twisted, picturesque forms of 
two wild Apple-Trees. We rest against the sturdy 
trunk of an Oak, whose outspread leafy arms fling 
cool shadows on the greensward. Northwards 
of our resting-place another Oak spreads its 
stout limbs abroad, and on our right within 
the small space, limited and hemmed in by the 
manorial enclosure, are twenty growths of Oak and 
Beech which deepen the shadows on the grass. 
Leaving this spot, and proceeding in a north- 
westerly direction, passing on our left an Alder 
thirty feet in height, by the margin of a 
swampy hollow, near which the blushing flowers 
of a dog-rose are flung out from tendrils which 
have climbed twelve feet through the branches of 
a stunted specimen of Salix alba, we shall cross 
