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be ever so cross, they're sure to give in, 

 like the same scythe against moss. The 

 keeper was the worst, and they always are. 

 Kind, good man as our squire was, the game 

 seemed to lie nearer his heart than any thing 

 else. That's often been another puzzler to 

 me, how gentlemen that are justices of 

 peace can keep so much temptation for the 

 poor man as a head of game, when they see 

 every week and every sessions what comes 

 of it. Then look at Mr. Keeper : if the 

 tenants didn't please him, they couldn't call 

 the farm their own, for he'd watch for some 

 flaw about 'em as he'd watch a poacher, and 

 he'd have 'em out by hook or crook. But I 

 got the right side of him too, and in a little 

 while had my mould-heaps all to hand, well 

 turned over, frosted, and housed. 



I brought some things with me, and a 

 few neighbouring gardeners helped me to a 

 few more, and I made the best of a little. 

 I noticed, that whenever my master or mis- 

 tress came into the garden, it was only to 

 walk, not to look in the houses, which they 

 didn't come near. Christmas - day came 

 round ; and when my lady came into the 

 breakfast-room, I contrived that she should 



