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soon returned, alighting almost on the same 
spot each time. The fly-catcher is_ well 
named. A large notice, “ Trespassers will be 
prosecuted,’ a high fence, and some exasper- 
ating barbed wire kept us from making fur- 
ther investigations with regard to them. 
The fine gravel road wound for miles and 
miles up hill and down dale. Here was a 
delicious little country cottage, where Darby 
and Joan tended their small garden, paying 
careful attention to the clematis and roses 
upon the trellis of the portico and against the 
walls, and dividing their summer time be- 
tween the flowers and the cocks and hens in 
the little farmyard at the back. Then came 
the pretentious house, with a large garden 
and paddock. And again a handsome gate- 
way proclaimed the entrance to an old 
ancestral home far away upon the hill; it 
was approached by a long carriage drive 
winding through well-stocked shrubberies up 
which a handsome motor car puffed its way, 
a supposed improvement on the good old car- 
riageand pair. Andthen for half a mile orso 
