. The Argosy. orefined and ethereal for ourcoarser natures to enter intoand can only listen to the murmur that is going on: we hear thesighing and the soughing : the surgings that sweep and vibrate throughthe long ferny glades and overarching avenues, finding most voicewhere the forest grows most dense. But we stand without thecharmed circle, and listen as we listen to the murmur of the streamsthat are everywhere at hand; enchanted, awestruck, perhaps wonder-ing what all these Voices of Nature are saying one to another, butnot understanding. The fairy folk alone are in perfect sy
. The Argosy. orefined and ethereal for ourcoarser natures to enter intoand can only listen to the murmur that is going on: we hear thesighing and the soughing : the surgings that sweep and vibrate throughthe long ferny glades and overarching avenues, finding most voicewhere the forest grows most dense. But we stand without thecharmed circle, and listen as we listen to the murmur of the streamsthat are everywhere at hand; enchanted, awestruck, perhaps wonder-ing what all these Voices of Nature are saying one to another, butnot understanding. The fairy folk alone are in perfect sympathywith the music of their own special realm. We are not admitted intotheir secrets. But the inns and hostelries in and about the New Forest are fewand far between. When people go down in multitudes, they willhave to camp out; take their own tents and beds with them : just asin the old days, when people went out to tea, they carried their owncup and saucer. Or some might prefer the more substantial comforts. A Forest Owl. In the New Forest. 43 of a caravan: one day settling down upon the borders of the Forest,overlooking acres and acres of heathery moorland, that in its seasonblooms out in rich colours, delighting the eye and the senses, chargingthe breezes with rich fragrance; the next pitching their tent in thevery heart of a dense wood, where the branches meet overhead andshut out the hot sun, and where the eye may trace forests of aisles andarches, and trees intersecting each other like the pillars of a cathedral. What an experience it would be ! A caravan and a chosen few,and for the hottest, brightest month of the year, to pass a roving, gipsy,Bohemian existence, throwing aside all the. trammels and constraints ofsociety, and living a pure, free life, glorying in the beauties of Nature, aspristine and primitive as she was a thousand years ago ; revelling inthe scent of the firs, the sweet incense of the burning, cracklingcones that boiled our kettle; rejoicing in the c
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