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DOWN NIGHTINGALE VALLEY : EARLY MAY. 
THE man born with a silver spoon in his 
mouth, and nursed from early infancy in the 
lap of luxury, without a care or thought as 
to the ‘needful’ for his daily bread, unless 
he can rise well above himself and the circum- 
stances in which so-called ‘Chance’ has placed 
him, can have little or no idea of the un- 
adulterated pleasure that the simple-minded 
man can get in a quiet and natural way, 
from a walk into the country during a few 
hours of relief from the daily duties of his 
life. And this pleasure is all the greater if 
he focusses his mind upon some special 
object, as the finding of a particular kind of 
bird or nest. The fresh, pure, smokeless air, 
the glorious sunshine, the quiet from the 
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