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sur les chardons, sur la fougere, et semble par. 

 la reprocher a son maitre le peu de soin qu'on 

 prend de lui : car il ne se vautre pas comme 

 le cheval, dans la fange et dans 1'eau, il crains 

 meme de se mouiller les pieds, et se detourne 

 pour eviter la boue : aussi a-t-il la jambe 

 plus seche et plus nette que le cheval. II est 

 susceptible d'education, et Ton en a vu d'assez 

 bien dresses pour faire curiosite de spectacle." 

 I met Henry Moore on Tuesday at the 

 R.A., who told me the following pretty little 

 story in the bird line. He was sketching one 

 day on the edge of an old quarry, on one side 

 of him jhere was a steep sloping mass of 

 debris and tangled bushes, on this slope he 

 caught sight of what_ looked like a gray ball, 

 moving in an eccentric way. He clambered 

 down and caught the fluffy mass in his hands ; 

 it proved to be two torn-tits in deadly con- 

 flict ; so eager were they in their animosity 

 that they never attempted to separate, and 

 were caught quite easily. Moore thought he 

 would take them home to examine them at 



