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almost at his feet. Hardly, however, has he had time 

 to give one or two vicious digs at the now tender skin 

 in order to get at his highly flavoured meat, when from 

 all points of the compass other crows come shooting 

 along like so many hawks to join in the banquet. We 

 could have knocked them over well," concludes our 

 Marshman, " but on no account would we have done so 

 for they were doing their appointed work, that of clearing 

 up the refuse brought in by the tide, honestly and well. 

 " Hoody " is one of the scavengers of the foreshores." 



