"Forest of warden" sounds strange, old-fashioned, almost improbable; but, thank Heaven, there yet remain, in over-crowded England, some spots, few and far between though they may be, still untouched by the greedy fingers of the destroyers, whom men call Progress and Civilization.
"Only One Love, or Who Was the Heir"
Charles Garvice
But, though he had never been in the warden Forest before, the young man knew it would be midsummer madness to hope for an inn and was wandering along on the chance of coming across some woodman's hut, or by meeting a stray human being of whom he could inquire his way.
"Only One Love, or Who Was the Heir"
Charles Garvice
It is a rare sight in warden Forest.
"Only One Love, or Who Was the Heir"
Charles Garvice