HEDGEHOG. 



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ESHING MILL FROM THE BRIDGE. 



CHAPTER VII. 



The walks about Godalming are truly delicious, whether 

 in winter or in summer, in spring or in autumn : one can 

 never time one's peregrinations amiss as regards season. 

 Eshing has ever heen a favourite haunt with me ; its old, 

 old hridge, and its old, old mill, are hits for painters. 

 There is a hank close by this bridge where I made my 

 first acquaintance with the HEDGEHOG. My little dog, 

 Cap his name was once Capsicum, it afterwards short- 

 ened itself to Capsy, and finally settled in Cap my little 

 dog Cap, in the course of a journey of discovery on a keen, 



