118 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



&quot; You have no business here : what 

 are you after ? &quot; I repeated. 



&quot;Looking for a lost hen/ said the 

 man as he strode away. 



The reply was so satisfactory and 

 conclusive, that I shut the blinds, and 

 went to bed. 



But one evening I overhauled one of 

 the poachers. Hearing his dog in the 

 thicket, I rushed through the brush, and 

 came in sight of the hunter as he was 

 retreating down the road. He came 

 to a halt ; and we had some conversation 

 in a high key. Of course, I threatened 

 to prosecute him. I believe that is the 

 thing to do in such cases; but how I 

 was to do it, when I did not know his 

 name or ancestry, and couldn t see his 

 face, never occurred to me. (I remem 

 ber, now, that a farmer once proposed 

 to prosecute me when I was fishing in a 

 trout-brook on his farm, and asked my 



