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slab beneath her five cubs were sprawling and gam- 

 bolling about like a lot of Newfoundland puppies. 

 Presently the vixen trotted off a little way and 

 lay down ; and while we were watching her, a 

 rabbit popped out of his burrow, and came several 

 yards towards Reynard without seeing her. With 

 one bound fox was upon bunny, and the pair rolled 

 over and over down the hill. The captor then 

 slunk off with her captive, not to her young ones, 

 but to a quiet hole in the cliff, to have a gorge all 

 by her greedy self. 



In a hollow tree in the cliff we found three jack- 

 daws' nests, each with four eggs in ; and we were 

 amused at watching a woodpecker tapping away at 

 a tree. The noise produced was like that made 

 by drawing a stick very rapidly over some wooden 

 palings, and quite as loud, or even more like a 

 watchman's rattle worked rather slowly. A curious 

 spectacle was presented in the lane on going .home. 

 It was a warm, damp night, and every dozen yards 

 or so a glowworm exhibited its eerie light, and 

 each successive one seemed to shine more whitely 

 and brightly than the last. 



The day was done, its pleasure seized, and no, 

 not gone, for a pleasant memory remains where- 

 with to delight myself, and perchance please my 

 friends, among whom I would fain number all 

 angling readers. 



