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its woods , its lawns , and its valleys ! No sooner had the steamer touched at a port , than I left my luggage to go on with it as it might , and jumped out , in order to take one more peep at a place which set at defiance every recollection that I could force to rise up in judgment against it . Having walked twenty miles , I stopped at a public-house within a mile and a half of the place , for some refreshment , as well as to await the darkness of night . At ten o'clock I sallied forth , and the first of the paternal estate on which I trespassed was a large wood , every tree of which , I might say , was an old acquaintance . Here , then , what a contrast was I conscious of ! Some years back , I used to range this very wood , the sworn friend of the keeper , in order to detect the poacher ; and now I was listening to every rustle , and peering along the gloomy paths , lest I myself should be detected by my former ally . So much did my fears on this point increase on me , that I took to the open fields , and gained the park .