EARLY RECOLLECTIONS. I I 



he is now dead the father of Mr.Stratton Fuller 

 who at present lives at German House. 



I remember my father well. A most resolute 

 and determined man he was a first-rate keeper, 

 and an excellent dog trainer. He had a very 

 hasty and violent temper, but notwithstanding 

 this, he was a strictly honest man, and taught 

 me to be upright and truthful in all my 

 dealings, which teaching I have always en- 

 deavoured to follow. 



When I was nine years old, I attended the 

 British School, at Chesham : and one day I 

 saw four or five men go into the village shop, 

 and buy some brass wire. I guessed what they 

 wanted it for, though they little thought that a 

 pair of sharp eyes were watching their move- 

 ments. The men came out of the shop, and 

 went off by Mr. Fuller's place, up the Weedon 

 Hill Road, towards Monk's Wood. I at once 

 informed Mr. Fuller of what I had seen. He 

 then sent me to tell my father ; but father was 

 not at home, so I started off for Monk's Wood 

 alone. It was about four o'clock in the after- 

 noon, in the month of November. I reached 



