NOVEMBER 385 



refuge in the House. I gave him such information as I could, 

 and went away sorrowful. I have already commented on these 

 cases, and there is nothing more to be said about them. 



November 10. Yesterday I was shooting with a friend at 

 Earsham, fhd spent a very enjoyable day knocking through out- 

 lying spinneys and doubling hedgerows for pheasants. We had 

 one or two partridge drives also, the guns standing in large grass 

 meadows, which in past times were a deer-park and belonged to 

 the old Dukes of Norfolk. On a lovely day such as this was 

 those great meadows look very beautiful, fringed as they are with 

 tall, uncut hedgerows, wherein grow occasional stunted oaks 

 and maple trees, now splendid in their yellow autumn dress. Here, 

 too, the fieldfares chattered, congratulating themselves, doubtless, 

 upon their safe arrival from over-seas. 



To-day is fine, but misty, and we are getting off the root from 

 the All Hallows field, No. 29. These beet are of a longer variety 

 than those which we have grown elsewhere, and, being easier to 

 grasp, are not dealt with in the same way. Instead of pulling 

 them first and leaving them in lines to be tossed into the cart, a man 

 goes down the rows, deftly cutting off the tops to the right and 

 left with his sickle, but leaving the bulbs standing in the ground. 

 After him follow the horses, and the pullers, dragging the beet from 

 the soil with a quick and practised movement, throw them straight 

 into the cart. This process is harder work, but, where the condi- 

 tions make it practicable, it saves a good deal of time. 



November 1 2. Yesterday we were shooting in Tindale Wood, 

 a great covert of about 120 acres, which even now, however, is 

 very thick with leaf, some of the undergrowth being almost as 

 green as though we were still in the month of June. This' 

 quantity of foliage, even if one can see the creatures, makes hare- 

 and rabbit-shooting rather dangerous, as it is difficult to know, 

 when the beaters are close at hand. However, nobody was shot, 

 perhaps because we had no clergymen among our party. Great as 



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