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game are you up to now?" After supper, he is 

 told, we will show him. 



Supper over, we go out again. On the bark, 

 dazed and incapable, are privet-moths with crimson 

 under-wing, a lime-hawk, and two enormous grey 

 slugs. 



A pair of very bright eyes catch the light. On 

 looking we see our old friend Bee-snapping Gabriel, 

 reared up on his hind-feet. He has not come to 

 imbibe, but to eat the insects that cover the bark. 



With our captures and a muttered "Well, well, 

 of all the capers that ever I seed played," from the 

 master, we retire to rest. 



The next day the mistress is informed confiden- 

 tially that I am "a mortal curious customer; no 

 harm in him, though, Dame." 



I have never had any desire, as yet, to leave my 

 own country ; here my lot has been cast, and here 

 lies my work ; but I have often thought that if 

 any one had a longing for the emigrant's wild, free 

 life, he need only visit our Surrey highlands in 

 the winter time, and pitch his tent in their most 

 populated parts say, the Redlands, Leith Hill, or 

 Holmbury. Or, if these are too populous, let him 



