. The Argosy. tier and more graceful than theydo when shut up in their little cages, performing almost the penanceof Sisyphus without having his sins to answer for. In the New Forest. 49 We turned to the left and ascended the hill towards Minstead, butlooked in vain far down the glades for the red deer, once so plentifulin the Forest, subsequently so scarce, and now once more flourishingin numbers. It was the wrong time of the day for them; they seldomshow themselves except at early morning or late evening. Minstead has in itself no especial feature, except a small, quaintold church, and a pri
. The Argosy. tier and more graceful than theydo when shut up in their little cages, performing almost the penanceof Sisyphus without having his sins to answer for. In the New Forest. 49 We turned to the left and ascended the hill towards Minstead, butlooked in vain far down the glades for the red deer, once so plentifulin the Forest, subsequently so scarce, and now once more flourishingin numbers. It was the wrong time of the day for them; they seldomshow themselves except at early morning or late evening. Minstead has in itself no especial feature, except a small, quaintold church, and a primitive, very clean-looking inn. Its sign, TheTrusty Servant, hung high up, a copy of the figure to be found inthe entry of the kitchen at St. Marys College, Winchester: a curiouscompound of a man, a hog, a deer, and an ass. We were now more than half-way on our road. Turning to theleft, we ascended the hill, still with the grand trees about us, longstretches of views into the interior of the Forest. Birds were. The Comiton Arms. chattering and squirrels were jumping from bough to bough;fern fronds and bracken obstructed ones path in loveliest but some-what irritating confusion, causing a longing for a whole forest of deerto eat up a pathway at least, and make ones way through the thicketsa little less difficult. Every now and then a stream, heard but unseen,sent forth its musical sound, a constant rippling and murmuring:forest voices that almost seemed to make more palpable the uttersilence and solitude that surrounded us. Reaching the top of the hill, we came upon a clear open space, aridge commanding one of the most magnificent views in the NewForest. In the far distance might be seen the calm, sparklingSouthampton Water, twelve miles off; the Isle of Wight the right was spread out a rich carpet of trees, wave uponwave of billowy verdure, gradually sloping into a valley, morelovely than ever to-day, with every varying tone of autumn: a wealthof gorgeous colouring, e
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