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that some natural cause really existed, though 

 never understood. 



The last celebrated tree, which I shall present 

 to the reader from New forest, is the Cadenham 

 Oak, which buds every year in the depth of winter. 

 Cadenham is a village about three miles from 

 Lyndhurst, on the Salisbury road. 



Having often heard of this Oak, I took a ride 

 to see it on the 29th of December, 1781. It was 

 pointed out to me among several other Oaks, 

 surrounded by a little forest stream, Avinding round 

 a knoll on which they stood. It is a tall, straight 

 plant of no great age, and apparently vigorous, 

 except that its top has been injured, fi-om which 

 several branches issue in the form of pollard shoots. 

 It was entirely bare of leaves, as far as I could 

 discern, when I saw it, and undistinguishable from 

 the other Oaks in its neighbourhood, except that 

 its bark seemed rather smoother — occasioned, I 

 apprehend, only by frequent climbing. 



Having had the account of its early budding 

 confirmed on the spot, I engaged one Michael 

 Lawrence, who kept the "White Hart, a small ale- 

 house in the neighbourhood, to send me some of( 



