Holt

[the gale] 'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger.

As over Holt and Heath, as thorough Frith and Fell;

Once, at our cottage at Dodford, a tiny thatched village under a steep holt full of foxgloves...

Where the river begins to slow, at the beginning of the pool, its left bank is bound by the open roots of oak, ash, alder, and sycamore. To hunted otters these trees offered holding as secure as any in the country of the Two Rivers. Harper, the aged hound—he was fourteen years old—knew every holt in the riverside trees of Knackershill Copse, and although he had marked at all of them, only once had he cracked the rib of an otter found in the pool.