England.
The New Forest.
1909
Aug. 19-23
(No 9)
  Some of the larger openings in the forest are elevated
rolling plains, moor-like in character and stretching almost as far
as the eye could reach. They reminded me forcibly of parts of
Nantucket & Cape Cod especially where there were stunted, wind distorted
pines and oaks scattered over them. Many of them are covered
with prickly gorse alternating with stretches of bracken or with
heather. The bracken (exactly like our brakes) appears to thrive
equally well in the open and under the shade of the trees. It
covers immense areas in some parts of the forest and forms the
favorite covert of the wild Fallow Deer.
  There is apparently no "parking" done to this forest. I saw
no signs of the trimming of dead or "superfluous" branches and
I was assured that the trees are seldom or never cut for
any purpose. Some of them are rather thickly festooned with
gray green Usnea, similar looking to ours. I saw only a very
little mistletoe, perhaps because of the density of the foliage.
  The general impression made on my mind by the New Forest
was that it is more beautiful and imposing than any large tract
of woodland that I have ever seen elsewhere. In respect to
romantic interest & suggestions it is unquestionably superior to
anything we have in America. One feels that it was in exactly
such a forest that Robin Hood dwelt, for very much of it
is obviously primitive and wholly unspoiled and unchanged.
As I wandered through it I was constantly reminded of 
Scott's descriptions in "Ivanhoe" - especially in the opening chapter.
It needed only the presence of a knight or two in armor, and
of Gurth, tending the huge, slate-colored swine, to complete the
reality of Scott's masterly picture. Besides the swine there
are now forest ponies and cattle in considerable numbers,
running about everywhere, apparently semi-wild.