We went down the lane, by the body of the man in black, sodden now from the overnight hail, and broke into the woods at the foot of the hill. We pushed through these towards the railway without meeting a soul.
- The woods across the line were but the scarred and blackened ruins of woods.
- For the most part the trees had fallen, but a certain proportion still stood, dismal grey stems, with dark brown foliage instead of green.
- On our side the fire had done no more than scorch the nearer trees; it had failed to secure its footing.
In one place the woodmen had been at work on Saturday; trees, felled and freshly trimmed, lay in a clearing, with heaps of sawdust by the sawing-machine and its engine. Continue reading “Most Beautiful Day Hikes”