HÖGSTA, 8 1/4 miles. Now the forest began to grow more and more dense. The sweet lark that had earlier entertained our ears deserted us but a different bird receives us into the forest with just as much courtesy. It is the song thrush ‘Turdus minor’ who, even as she sings to her beloved from the highest spruce tree, permits us to delight in her song. Indeed, so melodiously does she sing her diverse notes that she often outshines the nightingale, that master of song.