CHAPTER IX. 
FROM BROCKENHURST TO LYNDHURST. 
NOX, HE left Brockenhurst for one of the 
y’ finest walks in the New Forest. 
There was an almost tropical heat 
in the air, and the sun’s rays were 
pouring down with a scorching 
intensity as we passed through the 
‘ straggling village of Brockenhurst ere com- 
mencing our ramble. But we elected not 
to take the straight road from Brockenhurst 
to Lyndhurst, preferring the woodland route. A 
little beyond the village a fine view of the forest 
opens up before us, cleft by the road which 
makes for Lyndhurst. And here, on this forest 
road, as we get our panoramic peep at it, the 
leafy verdure of the Trees on each side of the way, 
