W. H. Hudson,
A Little Boy Lost
“ CHAPTER VII ALONE IN THE GREAT FOREST Imagine to yourself one accustomed to live in the great treeless plain, accustomed to open his eyes each morning to the wide blue sky and the brilliant sunlight, now for the first time opening them in that vast gloomy forest, where neither wind nor sunlight came, and no sound was heard, and twilight lasted all day long! ”
