The Argosy — page 58: what you’re looking at

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In the New Forest. 45 to mark what had been but a black round patch upon the moor, and a few charred embers. Across there the trees were waving and glinting in the bright sun, in all the rich tints of autumn; a wealth of gorgeous colouring indescribably lovely, before which words are as nothing, and the very brush of the artist trembles with something of despair. But the little picture in the foreground, which yesterday had given it so much life and animation, had been so quietly picturesque, and so vividly touched a responsive chord in one’s nature, had dis- solved and disappeared, and left nothing behind it but a recollection, an unsatisfied longing, an untold story. Leaving Waterloo by a midday train, after a journey of about — ae bs "ZA 5 fomNe 44-23 eae pp at, FRIAB ap, es POR ISD tis a ee ey qt 2 iS Kos Ps " ty aN Ba a =f ] My) " ¢ ) sf 5 > = 255 ’ / N~/r § = =, Behe re fet p v) = st2 Ei = Ss bo we oer Lt i a ——_ =) | Ww NS jeht! SHUT BY SNOW |] SIR WALTER TYRRELL) See Ay ini te ATA STAC eee ANCED PND STRUGA! Sse =_ = = SSF SSS SSS ae \ H | . oe te: ——— SEE - ="s = 2 NIMS == = ee Se MI : = a = SSS SS ———— oe — — —=—" : ae Ss RUIFUS'S STONE, eighty-five miles you reach Lyndhurst Station, whilst the afternoon is yet young. On the road you pass Winchester, about which we may yhave something to say by-and-by; and presently, winding round Southampton Water, that to-day develops long reaches of unsightly, uninteresting, depressing mud, the train stops at Southampton West. One or two more stations, and we are at Lyndhurst Road. Here very few passengers alighted, and only two entered the shabby, ramshackle omnibus that represents the inn at Lyndhurst and has to traverse the two miles of road separating the village from the station. Shabby as it is, there is no doubt as to its strength, for the men pitch heavy boxes on to the roof as if they were having a game at shuttle- cock, and they come crashing down with a sound that sends one flying out again before worse happens. Worse, however, does not happen, and we return to our seats expecting to see the roof cracked and split into sections like a geographical puzzle. It is quite entire. CORNICLOOKS Cc (0) mn >»