At Nottingham I bought a bow and arrows, and went hunting. Like you, I wanted to see the country.
I saw it.
They are very inquisitive people around Nottingham. They seem to want to know your business before you are introduced.
A little way out of the city I came to a fine old tract of country. A gate opened into some large, hilly fields, and there was a path through the fields that seemed to lead to the wood.
I opened the gate and was going towards the wood, when I heard a voice from the road,—
“Boy!”
I looked around, and made no answer.
“Where are yer going, yer honor?”
“I am going hunting,” said I; and I walked on very fast.
I came to a wooded hill, and the scenery all around was delightful, just like a picture. Below the hill was a long pasture, and through it ran a stream of water overhung with old trees. Under the trees were some cattle.