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Herbert, Henry William, 1807-1858

"Warwick Woodlands Things as they Were There Twenty Years Ago"

Remember, too, that the best picker in the world is a
strong needle headed with sealing wax. And now that you have finished
loading, and I lecturing, just jump over the fence to your right; and
that footpath will bring us to the stepping-stones across the Ramapo. By
Jove, but we shall have a lovely morning."
He did so, and away they went, with the dogs following steadily at the
heel, crossed the small river dry-shod, climbed up the wooded bank by
dint of hand and foot, and reached the broad brown corn stubble. Harry,
however, did not wave his dogs to the right-hand and left, but calling
them in, quietly plodded along the headland, and climbed another fence,
and crossed a buckwheat stubble, still without beating or disturbing any
ground, and then another field full of long bents and ragwort, an old
deserted pasture, and Frank began to grumble, but just then a pair of
bars gave access to a wide fifty acre lot, which had been wheat, the
stubble standing still knee deep, and yielding a rare covert.
"Now we are at the far end of our beat, and we have got the wind too in
the dogs' noses, Master Frank--and so hold up good lads," said Harry.
And off the setters shot like lightning, crossing and quartering their
ground superbly.


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