The Red Rays of the Sun Were a Broken and Discolored Light

The sun was setting upon one of the rich grassy glades of that forest, which we have mentioned in the beginning of the chapter. Hundreds of broad-headed, short-stemmed, wide-branched oaks flung their gnarled arms over a thick carpet of the most delicious green swan. A considerable open space in the midst of this glade seemed formerly to have been dedicated to the rites of druidical superstition. Four on the summit of a hillock, so regular as to seem artificial, there still remain part of a circle of rough, unhewn stones of large dimensions. Seven stood upright, the rest had been dislodged from their places