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niver see green-stuffs agin, but then yow'll gladden some poor critter's heart with 

 your singin', remindin' 'em of yeers long gone by when they was country-folks 

 theerselves, and makin' sorryful hearts forget theer sadness in the pleasant mem'ries 

 of the past. And yow'll git yer grub for sure an' sartin. And so the squeamishness 

 wore off. And here I am, a-tryin' to catch 'em still, and ha' bin these sixteen yeer 

 an' more. I love the open country, and tu heer the jolly songs of the bards; I 

 never hurts 'em, and I don't know as I'm worse 'an many another naturalist l bloke,' 

 for don't some on 'em ketch an' kill, stick pins through beetles, rute up the wild 

 plants, knock over bards, or git others tu du it for 'em ? I know this 'ere job is 

 looked down on, but ; let him as is without fault hull the first stone,' and they 

 t mustn't chuck 1 em as lives in glass housen.' So says I.' 



OUK LITTLE CRUISER. 



Much more about larks and greenfinches and a host of others is told us 

 of their respective value and qualifications, of their ways and habits. The man's 

 calling and his environment all tend to make him a keen observer of nature in her 

 varied aspects. He tells us of his other ' doin's' how that he ferrets for rats and 

 helps to trap vermin for the gamekeepers, and of a host of other i odd jobs' that 

 fall to his share in the circuit of the year ; and that all play their part in the 

 maintenance of ' hisself an' the old woman, and in keepin' 'em out of the workus.' 

 His patter would simply fill our columns, if placed therein in detail. 



