WILD LIFE IN A SOUTHERN COUNTY. 193 



round the house. Then, as the evening approaches, 

 the wild ducks pass over, and every now and then 

 during the night the weird cries of waterfowl resound 

 in the frosty air. The heron sails slowly over, every 

 night and every morning, backwards and forwards 

 from the mere to the water-meadows and the brook, 

 uttering his unearthly call at intervals. 



