200 WITHIN AN HOUR OF LONDON TOWN. 



tion, but so strong are the laws of Nature that she 

 asserts herself at the first opportunity, and the tame 

 gets wild again. I know this to be the case as re- 

 gards pigs, at any rate. I speak from experience 

 dearly bought. 



Even the farm lad who leads a family of snorks 

 from one part of a wood or field to another finds 

 them too much for him at times, though they are 

 so well used to him. The poor innocent sheep, as 

 he is called by those who do not know better, will 

 clear the floor at times ; and when a sheep runs 

 amuck, he is nothing less than a living catapult, 

 that, if he took you fair, would knock the life out of 

 you. We admire the rooks at their labours, which 

 to-day appear to be for the sole benefit of the 

 snorks and their mothers on the ground below, and 

 pass on. 



The firs on the outside belt get larger and more 

 ragged, and the junipers show in great clumps on 

 the open spaces a sure sign that we are nearing 

 the crest of this hill. Soon we come to the great 

 stone quarry, which has been worked so deeply 

 that it looks like some sea-cliff. We can tramp on 

 without taking heed where we place our feet, for 



