Baron Edward Hugessen Knatchbull-Hugessen Brabourne, Uncle Joe's Stories
“ Everything seemed to be quiet and still in the forest, which was going on in its natural way, as if it had never had a fairy in its shades, and did not want one either. Philip rose to his feet and listened attentively. Nothing was to be heard but the distant hoot of an owl. The moon grew brighter and brighter, and very beautiful did the trunks of the old trees appear in her silvery light, seeming to assume quaint and curious shapes, as the boy gazed earnestly around him, in the hope of seeing or hearing something which might direct his next proceeding. ”
