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I amused myself in making an excursion to Epping Forest, till I thought the civil war at my late friend's habitation might have proceeded far enough for my presence to be useful. In the forest, one day, I had the luck to kill one of those troublesome reptiles a Tom Cat. I believe, however, it was a house one. After a hard day's hunting his highness made too free at a Valerian party.
She rested there quietly enough; but her head was wandering, and all her whispered chatter was about the boys, and the dominie, her father, and the happy days at home in the school in Epping Forest. As soon as it was light I dressed myself in haste, and opened my door to see if I could find any one to send to Monsieur Laurentie. The first person I saw was himself, coming in my direction.
There are, also, however, the suburban gardens, such as North Woolwich and Rosherville, where there are entertainments of all kinds and dancing; there are the tea-gardens all round London; there are such places of resort as Kew and Hampton Court, Bushey, Burnham Beeches, Epping, Hainault and Rye House.
"And listen further, Edward. Those same robbers who dogged your steps years ago are now in hiding in the fastnesses of that great Epping Forest through which we have lately journeyed. The peddler knows them and traffics with them; that have I heard from others.
"You will fall, queen," said she, "you ride such a wild animal." "Oh, no, indeed," said Catharine, smiling; "Hector is not wild. It is with him as with me. This charming May air has made us both mettlesome and happy. Away, then, my ladies and lords! our horses must be to-day swift as birds. We ride to Epping Forest." And through the open gateway dashed the cavalcade.
How far county divisions might affect the early fashions in gravestones was one of my first questions, and, having seen much of Kent, time was soon found for a scamper through the country bordering Epping Forest and along the backbone of Essex. At Barking, just within the old Abbey gate, I came upon an enigmatical illustration. Inscription illegible. Date appears to be 1759.
"But," says Dickens, "my 'orse won't stand it; I had him in the shay till eleven last night, and he came forty-three mile with our traveller the day before, else he's a 'good 'un to go, as you know. Do you remember the owdacious leap he took over the tinker's tent, at Epping 'Unt, last Easter? How he astonished the natives within!"
A large tea-urn and boiling water. A saucepan, containing three eggs nicely done. A quarter of a pound of best Epping butter. A brown loaf. And if he hadn't enough now for a good breakfast, I should like to know who ever had one? Giglio, having had his breakfast, popped all the things back into the bag, and went out looking for lodgings.
Now we are about to enter a great forest, a forest where the leaves never fade, where the flowers are always in bloom, a forest where the woodman's axe has not yet echoed, where the colonist has hardly hewed out a single clearing, a vast primeval forest, the largest in the world. How large, do you ask? I can hardly tell you. Are you thinking of Epping or the New Forest?
I reddened, for I saw Dick and Clara looking at me, and scarcely knew what to say. However, since I had said in our early intercourse with my Hammersmith friends that I had known Epping Forest, I thought a hasty generalisation might be better in avoiding complications than a downright lie; so I said "I have been in this country before; and I have been on the Thames in those days."
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