12 Unforgettable Forests in Literature
Carrie V Mullins
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“The light became more and more oppressive to me, and the heat wearying me as I walked, I sought a place where I could receive shade. This was the forest near Ingolstadt; and here I lay by the side of a brook resting from my fatigue, until I felt tormented by hunger and thirst. This roused me from my nearly dormant state, and I ate some berries which I found hanging on the trees or lying on the ground. I slaked my thirst at the brook, and then lying down, was overcome by sleep. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 119 ‘It was dark when I awoke; I felt cold also, and half frightened, as it were, instinctively, finding myself so desolate.” (Frankstein — by Mary Shelly)

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