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will, notwithstanding the length and power of its 

 wings, and the force of centrifugal attractions, is a 

 distinction which the good people of this favored town 

 have good reason to appreciate at its proper value. 

 Nor are they insensible to the honor. The town 

 printer put into my hands an annual publication called 

 " THE ROYSTON CROW," containing much interesting 

 and valuable information, especially in reference to 

 chronology, astronomy, necrology, and local history. 

 It might properly have embraced a chapter on enty- 

 mology ; but, perhaps, it would have been impolitic 

 for the personal interests of the bird to have given 

 wide publicity to facts in this department of knowledge. 

 For, after all, there may exist in the neighborhood 

 certain special kinds of bugs and other insects which 

 lie at the foundation of his preference for the locality. 



The next day I again faced northward, and walked 

 as far as Cuckfield, a small, rambling village, which 

 looked as if it had not shaved and washed its face, and 

 put on a clean shirt for a shocking length of time. It 

 was dark when I reached it; having walked twelve 

 miles after three p.m. There was only one inn, 

 properly speaking, in the town, and since the old 

 coaching time, it had contracted itself into the fag-end 

 of a large, dark, seedy-looking building, where it lived 

 by selling beer and other sharp and cheap drinks to 



