Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 66 of 400
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In the New Forest. 53 ‘“ hedges, smooth lawns, slopes gently wooded; whilst in the distance beyond, to the right, Southampton water lay cold and sleeping in the sunshine. My first pilgrimage was to Rufus’s Stone, which marks the spot where King William II. was shot by Walter Tyrrell all those centuries ago. As the spot then looked, so it looks now, save that the tree va hs. a inital is mit i iy Ba) 1.4 a Ge Ty Ne Ni ioe os | "ae iW HRN "Ni eH fi-') We Waa sews NY Ww \ . ya a Dy vs rae y ye ay ONY ~ SS SS am TY Ah gaia 8M “3 cag . AWN) NA ‘Ni va Ree y | * (Se es ; i \ SSS—= = a Ge oe) ve st =n i ea Ze ng AU, fy 3 ae po ZG rt ‘i is 1 SB SE GEEIAA, ira ill — = a it ie sie! : Sk Y A ed Nh A A iM gt Rass Yl ie CAMPING OUT, \ ie el Ata is \cr } AN Vi ’, WN vs Al /) "6 My "A / f i} \ 1 ’ fl ps 5“ ' 3) AN " a a e eo a ie cain on ia « RAIA wn on why 1 ' wy i" i r; i hg | ip \ MN os . is — i ‘: C\ AIT ik RY. Ar oats Be ie ih Ua 4) R ey , ARN Salt ss Vn <A i a eae AK ine j GY, Wy Yy Ny Wi . a Ke i a MYA v8 ae sli ye a hal j “9 a 5 hi ih SAAN ny a RY} Ni an yi trey ht] i yi i A p AVZ i aa Ani mA ies WN to SUP MN) East pam y ( \ Ai Wh Yj JPG Ay} ” Ha : me CAEN, hat a : sli na Ng sen i ’ ik ; Za : CNS : why EB ant awit NW! i mn ws Cs Catt: AN Ca ACEH FA i Ain So WZ GE against which the arrow glanced has disappeared. Indeed, many parts of the forest are unchanged since the days when it was first founded. Crossing the heath, passing some gravel pits, where a labourer was hard at work, with whom one stopped to exchange civilities, and descending a somewhat steep road, bounded on one side by the heath, on the other by the forest, we looked over the tops of many of the trees in a way that seemed to give us power and command over nature, a strange, delightful sense of soaring. In about five minutes the stone stood out in a tolerably clear space upon the green-sward, eae’ of the three sides bearing an inscription. ECORNICLOOKS (C(O)