THINGS m THE FOREST. 
4. 
CHAPTER I. 
THE BIRD OF PARADISE. 
If you live in the country, I daresay you 
often go and play in the woods. And very 
pleasant it is there. You may find the blue 
bell and the white anemone, and you may 
see the little squirrel sitting on the branches 
of the trees, or else leaping from bough to 
bough. You may think there are no woods 
so deep and shady as these. The grassy 
paths may seem like labj^rinths ; and the 
stillness so profound, you may fancy, as the 
poet did, that the spirits of the wood wait and 
hold their peace while you pass by. 
But in hot countries the woods are not like 
our woods. They are great dark forests, where 
the trees grow so thick together, and are so tall. 
