The trees almost met overhead, and it was very dim and quiet.

The sun could only send little straggling beams through the branches.

There was a muddy pool of water before the bars that Mr.Harry was letting down, and he got his feet wet in it.

"Confound that Englishman," he said, backing out of the water, and wiping his boots on the grass.

"He hasn't even gumption enough to throw down a load of stone there.