INTO THE GREENWOOD SHADE. 175 
the arm of one of which—itself like the stem of a 
goodly Tree—is flung for seventy feet across our 
path, whilst its upper limbs of almost equal girth 
and length, fling their wide arms aloft, and, with 
their wealth of glorious foliage, screen the hot 
sun’s rays and make delicious coolness. 
But we must away through this coppice, filled 
with many another goodly Oak and many a noble 
Beech. We follow a forest track which, for a 
mile or two, takes us through undulating ground ; 
on through broad acres of planted Firs—a Crown 
enclosure—and thence—passing out of the enclo- 
sure, and through the young plantation of Holm- 
wood—we enter upon the delightful woodland 
glades of Boldrewood, filled with magnificent Oaks, 
many of them from fifteen to twenty feet in girth. 
Thence it is an easy walk to the crowning beauty 
of the New Forest—the Beech and Oakwood 
called Mark Ash. Neither pen nor pencil can do 
justice to this exquisite piece of woodland scenery. 
The Beeches in this wood are amongst the 
monarchs of the forest, lifting aloft their glorious 
heads of foliage with surpassing grace and an 
awe-inspiring grandeur; now golden-hued, as the 
