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and dreary heath of Bagshot. Then, at 

 the end of it, to mount a hill, called hun- 

 gry-hill ; and from that hill I knew that 

 1 should look down into the beautiful and 

 fertile vale of Farnham. My heart flut- 

 tered with impatience, mixed with a sort 

 of fear, to see all the scenes of my child- 

 hood ; for I had learnt before, the death 

 of my father and mother. There is a hill, 

 not far from the town, called Crooksbury 

 Hill, which rises up out of a flat, in the 

 form of a cone, and is planted with Scotch 

 flr trees. Here I used to go to take the 

 eggs and young ones of crows and mag- 

 pies. This hill was a famous object in 

 the neighbourhood. It served us as the 

 superlative degree of height. " As high 

 as Crooksbury HiW meant, with us, the 

 utmost degree of height. Therefore, the 

 first object that my eyes sought was this 

 hill. / covM not believe my eyes ! Lite- 

 rally speaking, I, for a moment, thought 

 the famous hill removed, and a httle heap 

 put in its stead ; for I had seen, in New 

 Brunswick, a single rock, or hill of solid 

 rock, ten times as big and four or five 

 times as high ! The post-boy, going down 

 hill and not a bad road, wisked me, in a 

 few minutes to the Bush Inn, from the 

 garden of which I could see that prodi- 

 gious sand hill, where I had begun my 

 gardening works. What a nothing ! But 

 now came rushing into my mind, all at 

 once, my pretty little garden, my little 

 blue smock-frock, my little nailed shoes, 

 my pretty pigeons that I used to feed out 

 of my hands, and the last kind words and 

 the tears of my gentle and tender-hearted 

 and affectionate mother I I hastened back 

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