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carouse, is just as finely hung round with
green. Midsumme’r raises its leafy arbour
everywhere, yet it is most flush in the forest –
it extends for miles around. Our road goes for
miles through that forest, without seeing a
house, or the possibility of meeting travellers,
driving, riding or walking. Come! The
ostler puts fresh horses to the carriage; come
with us into the large woody desert: we have a
regular trodden way to travel, the air is clear,
here is summer’s warmth and the fragrance of
birch and lime. It is an up and down hill
road, always bending, and so, ever changing,
but yet always forest scenery – the close, thick
forest. We pass small lakes, which lie so still
and deep, as if they concealed night and sleep
under their dark, glassy surfaces.
We are now on a forest plain, where only
charred stumps of trees are to be seen: this
long tract is black, burnt, and deserted – not a
bird flies over it. Tall, hanging birches now
greet us again; a squirrel springs playfully
across the road, and up into the tree; we cast
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