I really have seen no display of royal state, that could compare with one of the Squire's progresses about his paternal fields and through his hereditary woodlands, with several of these faithful adherents about him, and followed by a body-guard of dogs.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving
I have paused more than once in the wilderness of America, to contemplate the traces of some blast of wind, which seemed to have rushed down from the clouds, and ripped its way through the bosom of the woodlands; rooting up, shivering, and splintering the stoutest trees, and leaving a long track of desolation.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving
The glory of this country is in its woodlands, I thought.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford