WHERE THE GREEN LEAVES QUIVER. 199 
existence, and have passed away. There has 
lingered, however, the wild freedom of the wood. 
Then the deer, the wolf, the fox, and the wild 
boar roamed in all their native freedom through 
the woods of Essex. Now the deer alone are left, 
and their number is small. Still we have the 
wood in its wild luxuriance, though shorn of 
much of its ancient grandeur. Is the freedom of 
Epping the same to the modern Englishman 
as it was to the ancient Briton? Let us see. 
Follow us, gentle reader, whilst we turn from the 
high road to Epping into yon Forest glade! 
Hark! what sounds are those? Climbing a 
bank which skirts the road, and taking a few 
steps into the cool depths of the shady avenue 
of Trees, a pleasant sight is revealed to view. 
How shall we describe this, the second of our 
scenes ? 
If we can believe—and we see no reason to 
doubt—what local historians tell us, the spot on 
which we stand is the same Forest glade where 
Boadicea harangued her hardy followers. But 
how different the scene before us now! It is 
no longer the pale, silvery light of the moon 
