In the short dusty lane more pheasants; and again at the edge of the cornfield.

None of these show any signs of alarm, and only move just far enough to avoid being trodden on.

Approaching the wood there are yet more pheasants, especially near the fir plantations that come up to the keeper's cottage and form one side of the enclosure of his garden.

The pheasants come up to the door to pick up what they can--not long since they were fed there--and then wander away between the slender fir trunks, and beyond them out into the fields.
The path leads presently into a beautiful park, the only defect of which is that it is without undulation.

It is quite level; but still the clumps of noble timber are pleasant to gaze upon.