IN A DANISH FIR FOREST 
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hut warming it up with its deep rich glow ; and the stillness is 
increasing as evening approaches. A few storks alight on the 
topmost branches on their way homewards from marauding in 
the Helds. The endless kra-kra echoes again from the crows 
Iveeping watch over the sleeping wood, and bid me good-night as 
1 wend my way homewards. 
Dianalimd, Denmark. F. M. p. 
