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with a tinge of green ; there is a white stripe over the 
eye and one below ; the throat is velvet black ; the 
upper tail coverts yellow ; the breast and under tail 
coverts a rich golden yellow ; wings and tail warm 
brown. A few of the tail feathers are edged with 
buff. Form, colouring, and movements are alike 
beautiful. As he sits on one of the stones of the 
stream, his head up, his long tail just touching the 
water that is rippling round, the bird and his sur- 
roundings would be sufficient for a good-sized canvas. 
His mate is daintily tripping on the edge of the stream ; 
happy, blithe little creatures are they, in this moor- 
land home. 
Often, when I am wandering alone, some who 
have been my companions in years gone by come to 
mind, unbidden guests of memory, or called up out 
of the past by some trivial incident of the present. 
' Father Jemmy ' was one of these. He received this 
nickname before he had been one week at school. 
His father brought him when they came to settle on 
their farm. Never shall I forget the pair as they 
entered the schoolroom together forty-three years 
ago it was. I had long ere this done with school, 
but I happened to have some business in the 
building that day. A sturdy little figure was Jemmy, 
a man in miniature, wearing good stout shoes and 
