NATURE AND SPORT IN BRITAIN 



pass along ; even the reed bunting and his wife, just 

 now busy with their nesting arrangements, seem to 

 know that the Marsh spells peace and restfulness. A 

 summer day spent amid these quiet Sussex pastures, 

 with their pure air, their homely beauty, and their 

 complete repose, is no bad thing for any man. A day 

 here in winter, with the deep, mellow cry of harriers 

 sounding over the leas, is in its way as fine a tonic as 

 any healthy-minded person shall desire. If, like the 

 writer, you can still run and leap a dyke, you may 

 enjoy to the full as merry a hare hunt as any part of 

 England can still offer you. 



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