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48 In the New Forest. For this reason I was bound for the Compton Arms, Stoney Cross. I hardly knew to what I was going, but pictured a small village, with the usual accompaniment of straggling geese and children—the latter much more noisy and disagreeable than the former. I expected to have to retire late to rest and rise up early to avoid the annoyance of broken sleep by the thousand-and-one village sounds that are fifty times more disturbing than the continuous roar of a great city, or the everlasting beat and plash of the surge upon the sea-shore. The latter, indeed, 1s soothing rather than otherwise. But the “‘ cock’s shrill ag ye — > ees) ST y Se val <= ae 4 Mfr a) a CSAS = a : el SOAR Se rs ie. LN * ~ é \ : > ss \ ‘> > eine PLN. La Sa > ~ \s < . \ . S\N YW? 4 y: a * te = — : ISSN Z RUSTIC BRIDGE IN THE NEW FOREST. clarion,” the waking-up of animal life, the commencement of village domestic occupations—these are only to be borne with calmness by those who can sleep through a battle and be undisturbed by an earthquake. Meanwhile I was on the road to my unknown quarters. It was sufficient happiness for the time being, guarantee sufficient for that which was to come. Nothing could be more glorious and beautiful than the drive, especially as, after passing, on the left, the Kennels of the New Forest Foxhounds, we made progress, and entered more into the solitude of the forest. We could not, of course, leave the high road and penetrate into the heart of the woods; but as we went we obtained long, lovely views of glades, forest aisles and arches, beautiful bracken fronds, all full of golden, ruddy autumn tints. Here and there squirrels ran quickly across our path, with their long bushy tails and twinkling eyes; looking far prettier and more graceful than they do when shut up in their little cages, performing almost the penance of Sisyphus without having his sins to answer for. EMNNIE OOO KS @ (E(0)