Chapter 23 THE SOLITUDE IS INVADED.

Oh, might we here

In solitude live savage, in some glade

Obscured, where highest woods impenetrable

To star, or sunlight, spread their umbrage broad

And brown as evening; cover us, ye pines

Ye cedars with innumerable boughs

Hide us where we may ne'er be seen again.-Byron.

Nothing could be more lonely and desolate than this plac