Hillside. 



' There is a flower a purple flower 

 Sown by the wind, nursed by the shower, 

 O'er which Love has breathed a powerful spell 

 The truth of whispering hope to tell. 

 Now gentle flower, I pray thee tell, 

 If my lover loves me, and loves me well ; 

 So may the fall of the morning dew 

 Keep the sun from fading thy tender blue." 



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FIG. 28. THE WILD RABBIT (Lepus caniculus). 



We next come to a steep bank on which Chalk-hill Blue 

 butterflies in profusion flit merrily from flower to flower. 

 The bank leads up to a larch wood at the top, the lower edge 

 of the wood being skirted with shady chestnut trees, and we 

 make up our minds to sit under these and take a considerable 

 rest. 



A step forward up the bank and the white bobbing of the 

 scuts of the rabbits is immediately followed by an almost 

 human shriek, while a few yards ahead a rabbit bounds from 



