ABSTRACT
After dinner, Charles went to play in the garden, and was so delighted with the variety of new objects which caught his eye wherever it 1[turned], that he thought he could never see enough. At last he observed, through the garden gate, that there was still much more to be seen. A river ran through the meadows, and willows grew on its banks. He followed its winding course, ’till a wood diverted his attention; now, thought he, I must see where that pretty path leads. He ran to it, and trembled with pleasure when he entered the cool shade; but he had scarcely advanced twenty steps before he lost sight of the meadows. Thick bushes surrounded him; above which oaks and beeches 2[raised their proud heads]; on whose 3[top] he only saw a little blue sky. / All was still, as in an uninhabited 4[country]; unless the croaking of a raven, or the cooing of a wood-pigeon, resounded through the trees. This gloom, 5[] the profound silence, and the hoarse croaking, which sometimes interrupted it, made Charles feel an indistinct sensation of fear. He advanced cautiously, and looked round with timidity at every step. Sometimes it came into his head to turn back, but still he loitered, attracted by the sight of many wild flowers he had never seen before, and other pretty things.
