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boy, and who have long since been laid in 

 the village churchyard. It lies some three 

 miles from, and perhaps six hundred feet 

 above, my old home, and forms part of the 

 glebe of the adjoining parish, by the permis- 

 sion of whose rector I shoot over it. I wish 

 I were the only one to do so, but the same 

 privilege is extended to others, and that is 

 the reason I cannot rent it. I daresay I am 

 the most zealous of those who may go there, 

 for I think I get the most of the shooting. 

 It is not all, strictly speaking, moor, for a 

 good bit at its south-west corner is woodland, 

 — stunted oak cover, with some fir and larch, 

 and much birch, — but the rest is not by any 

 means all heather, for there is much gorse 

 — too much, indeed, for dogs to work it 

 fairly. Lastly, there is a bit of some fifty or 



sixty acres which fire has destroyed within 

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