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the ring-ouzels pitched for a time in the juniper 

 bushes. Finding that the matter interested 

 me, in his plain manly way he gave his obser- 

 vations about them and their ways. Before 

 that time I did not know that at certain times 

 and seasons the white-throated blackbird, as 

 he is named, could be seen on the moors in 

 the heart of Surrey. They used to come and 

 go without being molested at that time. 



"Where we gits the fust wilets, white 'uns 

 an' blue 'uns, an' the fust primroses, that's 

 where we sees them 'ere little hay-builders, 

 afore we gits a glint on 'em anywhere else " 

 chiff-chaffs and willow wrens the boy meant 

 " fur it's loo there. And," he added, in a much 

 lower key, " that's the place where we gits 

 adders, big 'uns, afore some folks fancies they're 

 out o' their holes. We'll show ye." 



The kindness and care for our well-being 

 shown by the youngsters who gave me the 

 above information I am not likely to forget. 



"Cum on, Bill an' me hev' got our forked 

 sticks," they said one day. " Keep yer eyes 

 open, an' where you sees wilets, you look out 

 fur adders on this 'ere sunshiny bank." 



Looking right over their heads, as they were 

 going on in front, I spied a fine specimen that 



