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" If I sets a trap hereabouts," he soliloquised, 

 " I must shut thick there birds up ; that won't 

 do. Sawdust won't give me the track of the 

 warmint as nobbles um, though clay would ; 

 and, besides, the little crittures would scratch 

 it all about. And when I comes to think on it, 

 measter," he continued, turning round to me, 

 " I'm bio wed if I think it are a cat at all. It's 

 a hedgehog !" 



"A hedgehog," I exclaimed; "come, come, 

 Kaille, that won't do, that cock won't fight. I 

 know hedgehogs will take eggs, but as to being 

 game eaters, they are not." At this moment 

 my under-keepef came up. "Charles," I con- 

 tinued, addressing him, " there's one of the 

 young birds missing, and Kaille says it is a 

 hedgehog.". 



" A hedgehog," said Charles, " why what 

 besest thinking on, Kaille ?" 



" What besest I thinking on ?" returned the 

 old man, " why [ besest thinking that ee knows 

 nought about the matter ; theest been about 

 with the measter to furrin parts, and art a good 

 lad, but thee doesn't know nought about this 

 consarn, and I'll bet ee a quart it is a hedgehog." 



