StNicholas [serial] . to the forest, fromwhence came faintly thepurling of a tiny stream. Slinging his silver hornover his shoulder, Robindrew around him hismantle of green, and sig-naling to the two whom hehad chosen to be his com-panions, they took to aforest path, and were soonlost among the droopinggreenery. They walked amile or so till they cameto a narrow road at theouter edge of the the command of Robin,each man took up his sta-tion behind the gray boleof a mighty tree, to awaitthe coming of whateverguests fortune might sendthem to grace their feast. Not long they waited,when
StNicholas [serial] . to the forest, fromwhence came faintly thepurling of a tiny stream. Slinging his silver hornover his shoulder, Robindrew around him hismantle of green, and sig-naling to the two whom hehad chosen to be his com-panions, they took to aforest path, and were soonlost among the droopinggreenery. They walked amile or so till they cameto a narrow road at theouter edge of the the command of Robin,each man took up his sta-tion behind the gray boleof a mighty tree, to awaitthe coming of whateverguests fortune might sendthem to grace their feast. Not long they waited,when a faint tinkling ofbells, followed later by thesoft beat of hoofs in thedust of the road, an-nounced their turn of the road whichbrought them into viewshowed a small train ofsumpter-horses, followedby a company of six monks mounted excellentlywell. They were dressed in the gray habit of would stop the Lord Abbot himself in thethe neighboring monastery—long coarse gowns broad light o day? Vol. XXVIL— TO THEE, FRIAR TUCK, I LEAVE COM-MAND OF MY MERRY MEN, SAIDROBIN HOOD. At that moment Robin andhis men stood forth, and withhis hand on the abbots rein,the leader said: It awaits you, my LordAbbot, under the trystell-tree, not far from now, sirrah! Who art thou that 34 THE FEAST IN THE FOREST. [Nov. I, my lord, am Robin Hood; these, my no other way of making a living. Thou hast merry men. We are free rangers of Sherwood churches, with lands and gold. Give us of thy Forest. plenty for sweet charitys sake! That thou usest a free bow I am well con- Said the abbot: I have brought but little vinced, for I ve scarce seen a deer with full- gold—no more than fifty pounds. For the
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