pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. In the days of good King Harry the Second of England— he of the warring sons— there were certain forests in the north country set aside for the King's hunting, and no man might shoot deer therein under penalty of death. These forests were guarded by the King's Foresters, the chief of whom, in each wood, was no mean man but equal in authority to the Sheriff in his walled town, or even to my lord Bishop in his abbey.
