Publisher's Synopsis
Have you heard of the great Forest of Burzee? Nurse used to sing of it when I was a child. Shesang of the big tree-trunks, standing close together, with their roots intertwining below the earth andtheir branches intertwining above it; of their rough coating of bark and queer, gnarled limbs; of thebushy foliage that roofed the entire forest, save where the sunbeams found a path through which totouch the ground in little spots and to cast weird and curious shadows over the mosses, the lichensand the drifts of dried leaves.The Forest of Burzee is mighty and grand and awesome to those who steal beneath its shade.Coming from the sunlit meadows into its mazes it seems at first gloomy, then pleasant, andafterward filled with never-ending delights.For hundreds of years it has flourished in all its magnificence, the silence of its inclosureunbroken save by the chirp of busy chipmunks, the growl of wild beasts and the songs of birds.Yet Burzee has its inhabitants-for all this. Nature peopled it in the beginning with Fairies, Knooks, Ryls and Nymphs. As long as the Forest stands it will be a home, a refuge and a playgroundto these sweet immortals, who revel undisturbed in its depths
