ABSTRACT
A country rapidly passed through under favourable auspices, may leave upon the reader a unity of impression that would only be disturbed and dissipated if the people stayed longer. Clear vision goes with the quick foot. That is one remark the author desired to make before beginning to describe his little pilgrimage; because, from such a point of view, this pilgrimage was especially fortunate: the effect was simple and continuous throughout. Near at hand, indeed, the hedgerow trees were still fairly green shot through with bright autumnal yellows, bright as sunshine. Bidding good-morning to the author fellow-traveller, the author left the road and struck across country. For ten minutes, perhaps, the author had heard from somewhere before in the wood a strange, continuous noise, as of clucking, cooing, and gobbling, now and again interrupted by a harsh scream.
