142 OUR WOODLAND TREES. 
aspect of picturesqueness. Resting a moment to 
admire and enjoy this little bit of sylvan scenery, 
we hear the melodious notes of a blackbird whose 
loud carol rings sweetly through the wood. 
But a short distance further and we reach the 
crest of an upland, whence one glance around will 
take in a magnificent sweep of forest. We descend 
over the crest of this upland, making our way 
through gorse and brake, until we reach a forest 
hollow—Canterton Glen—in which stands the stone 
commemorating a spot where stood, it is said, the 
Oak near which King Rufus fell on the 2nd of 
August in the year 1100, shot by an arrow from 
the bow of Sir Walter Tyrrel. The Oak—against 
which the knight’s arrow is supposed, by an easy 
fiction, to have glanced—has long since disappeared. 
On its disappearance a three-sided stone memorial 
was set up to mark the famous spot by John, Lord 
Delaware, who, in 1745, had seen the fatal Oak 
growing there. Owing to the mutilation of the 
stone, and the defacement of the original inscrip- 
tions, a new one encased in iron—the present 
stone—was erected in 1841 by Wilham Sturges 
Bourne, and the original inscriptions restored. 
