My companion seemed to share in my feelings, and let the horse go slower and slower as he sat inhaling the green forest scents, chief amongst which was the smell of the trodden bracken near the wayside.
Romantic as this Kensington wood was, however, it was not lonely.

We came on many groups both coming and going, or wandering in the edges of the wood.

Amongst these were many children from six or eight years old up to sixteen or seventeen.

They seemed to me to be especially fine specimens of their race, and enjoying themselves to the utmost; some of them were hanging about little tents pitched on the greensward, and by some of these fires were burning, with pots hanging over them gipsy fashion.

Dick explained to me that there were scattered houses in the forest, and indeed we caught a glimpse of one or two.