Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Nature -- Juvenile fiction; Self-reliance -- Juvenile fiction
His escape from the horrible black animal made Martin quite happy, in
spite of hunger and fatigue, and he pushed on as bravely as ever. But it
was slow going and very difficult, even painful in places, on account of
the rough thorny undergrowth, where he had to push and crawl through the
close bushes, and tread on ground littered with old dead prickly leaves
and dead thorny twigs. After going on for about an hour in this way, he
came to a stream, a branch of the river he had left, and much shallower,
so that he could easily cross from side to side, and he could also see
the bright pebbles under the clear swift current. The stream appeared to
run from the east, the way he wished to travel towards the hills, so
that he could keep by it, which he was glad enough to do, as it was nice
to get a drink of water whenever he felt thirsty, and to refresh his
tired and sore little feet in the stream.
Following this water he came before very long to a place in the forest
where there was little or no underwood, but only low trees and bushes
scattered about, and all the ground moist and very green and fresh like
a water-meadow. It was indeed pleasant to feel his feet on the soft
carpet of grass, and stooping, he put his hands down on it, and finally
lying down he rolled on it so as to have the nice sensation of the warm
soft grass all over his body. So agreeable was it lying and rolling
about in that open green place with the sweet sunshine on him, that he
felt no inclination to get up and travel on. It was so sweet to rest
after all his strivings and sufferings in that great dark forest! So
sweet was it that he pretty soon fell asleep, and no doubt slept a long
time, for when he woke, the sun, which had been over his head, was now
far down in the west. It was very still, and the air warm and fragrant
at that hour, with the sun shining through the higher branches of the
trees on the green turf where he was lying. How green it was--the grass,
the trees, every tiny blade and every leaf was like a piece of emerald
green glass with the sun shining through it! So wonderful did it seem to
him--the intense greenness, the brilliant sunbeams that shone into his
eyes, and seemed to fill him with brightness, and the stillness of the
forest, that he sat up and stared about him. What did it mean--that
brightness and stillness?
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