From this bluff to the river is not more than a hundred metres—I
have paced the distance. It may be that the strip of riverbank
widens, fan-like, a little farther down-stream, but this divergence
is in no way important. It is, however, remarkable what a diversity
of landscape this limited region affords—even, though one explore
only the playground which lies along the river, explore it with
restraint and moderation, like Bashan and myself. Our forays seldom
exceed two hours, counting the advance and the retreat. The manifold
nature of the views, however, and the fact that one is constantly
able to change one’s walks and to arrange combinations that are
eternally new, without ever becoming bored with the landscape, is
due to the circumstance that it is divided into three very different
regions or zones. One may devote oneself separately to any of these
or one may combine them by means of slanting cross-paths. These
three regions are the region of the river and its immediate bank
on one side, the region of the bluff on the other, and the region
of the forest in the middle.
The greater part of the breadth is occupied by the zone of the
forest, the willow brakes, and the shrubbery of the bank—I find
myself hunting for a word which will more perfectly fix and define
this wonderful _terrain_ than the word wood, and yet I am unable
to find one. There can be no talk of a wood in the usual sense of
the term—a kind of great pillared grove with moss and strewn
leafage and tree-trunks of fairly uniform girth. The trees in our
hunting-grounds are of different ages and circumference. Huge
patriarchs of the willow and poplar families are to be found among
them, especially along the river, though they are also to be
encountered in the inner woods. Then there are others already
full-grown which might be ten or fifteen years old, and finally a
legion of thin stems—wild nurseries of nature’s own crop of young
ashes, birches, and elders. These do not, however, call forth any
impression of meagreness, because, as I have already indicated,
they are all thickly wrapped about with creepers. These give an
air of almost tropical luxuriance to the whole. Yet I suspect that
these creepers hinder the growth of their hosts, for during the
years I have lived here, I do not remember having observed that
any of these little stems had grown perceptibly thicker.
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