The next day, Algy flew on across the great sea loch and into a large forest on the other side. The trees towered high above the forest floor, much taller than in the more exposed woodlands he was used to;  Algy lay back among the ferns and deep mosses and gazed upwards in amazement at the tree trunks reaching for the sky. He was reminded of the opening lines of a poem by Longfellow:

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

[Algy is quoting the opening lines of the epic poem Evangeline: A Tale Of Acadie by the 19th century American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.]

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