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high physical and intellectual development, that 

 Professor A. Newton and others rely, when they 

 place him at the top of the ornithological tree. 



The last raven's nest in which I was specially 

 interested was further within the heath country, on 

 the Moreton estate, belonging to Mr Frampton, 

 an estate which, by its extent and its beauty, by its 

 clear streams, by its big fir plantations and its 

 clumps of high trees on isolated knolls, dispersed 

 over the heather, is calculated to attract not only 

 wading and swimming birds which abound there, 

 but also birds of prey, and, above all, the king of 

 birds, the raven. I was walking home to Stafford 

 Rectory, late one evening, early in April, regretting 

 that no raven was now to be seen at Raven Tarn, 

 or in the whole neighbourhood, when I heard one 

 single low note which I felt sure must be that of a 

 raven. I looked up, and could just see him flying 

 very high in air, inward from the sea, and going, 

 as hard as he could go, towards Moreton. I 

 watched him out of sight, making, as it seemed 

 to me, right for a clump of fir trees, on a conical hill 

 called Millicent, some five or six miles "as the 

 crow," or as, I ought to say in this instance, "the 

 raven flies " ; and I was convinced that, at that 

 time of the evening, he must be going straight to 



