The Confessions of a Poacher. 55 



stiffly as though done in marble. This shewed 

 me just where the covey lay, and as the light 

 either dazzled or frightened the birds, it was not 

 difficult to clap the net over them. It some- 

 times happened that others besides myself 

 were watching this strange luminous light, and 

 it was probably set down as some phenomenon 

 of the night-side of nature. Once, however, 

 I lost my long silk net, and as there was 

 everything to be gained by running, and much 



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