A COLDBLOODED RACE. 



T^HE lover of the country, knowing well by sight the 

 companions of his woodland walks, and remem- 

 bering that nowhere else is there so much life as in 

 English lanes and meadows, is still conscious that the 

 heath and the greenwood have many tenants whose 

 ways are wide apart from ours whose lives are passed, 

 as far as most of us are concerned, unseen and un- 

 known ; timid creatures that hear afar off the rustling 

 of footsteps and steal silently away into their secret 

 sanctuaries. 



There are many night prowling animals which are 

 rarely observed at all. 



A fox is seldom seen except when hard pressed by 

 the hounds. 



A badger does not often see the light of day until, 

 scratching and struggling, he is dragged ignominiously 

 from his holt. 



Not until dusk does the active little hedgehog 

 venture out to hold high revel under the friendly 

 shelter of the night. 



