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denizen of the modern Babylon who finds solace and mental 
refreshment in occasional pedestrian outings, in putting into so 
graphic and agreeable a shape the results of his own wanderings 
in the two southern counties of Britain which possess not merely 
the charms of “ field paths and green lanes,” in well nigh endless 
variety, but in addition archeological and ecclesiastical objects as 
infinite in their interest. True it is, much of the matter to be found 
in this volume is to be consulted in Murray’s Handbooks to Surrey 
and Sussex, but the special charm of Mr. Jennings’ notes lies in 
the fact that as he “invariably followed a green lane or a field- 
path, wherever one could be found,” he has endeavoured to furnish 
directions enabling others to follow it also; “ for,” as he justly adds, 
“very seldom is it marked upon the maps.” 
Like Walter White, in his analogous ‘ Walks,’ our author appears 
to have found additional pleasure in making friends with the country 
people and tramps with whom he came in contact; his chat with 
such wayfarers imparts much liveliness to his pages, and he even 
urges that advantage attends the unaccompanied tourist, on the 
ground that “by proper management you may get the country 
folks whom you meet to talk to you, and ‘from them pick up 
many a quaint saying or odd scrap of information.” On this 
point opinions may differ, but at least in Mr. Jennings’ case the 
result has been to impart to the reader many curious provincial 
colloquialisms. 
Of matter more immediately calculated to claim the attention of 
‘The Zoologist’ there is not much to notice. Observant of his 
surroundings as Mr. Jennings undoubtedly is, and having at all 
times a keen eye for Nature’s beauties as exemplified in wild 
scenery, or for man’s handiwork as developed in quaint buildings, 
he nevertheless records but few facts connected with Natural 
History. At Etchingham (p. 45) an old man, telling the author of 
the origin of a rookery in that village, thus delivered himself :— 
“ They Rooks as you see on barson’s place only coom a few year 
agoo. About fi’ year back, ten or a dozen coom, and the next 
year about varty, and now you see as there be a hundreds of ’em. 
Queer birds, they be—sometimes coom all of a sudden, and then 
go away again same way.” 
Again (p. 97):— 
“In the one street of Bramber I noticed a signboard pointing ‘To the 
Museum.’ What sort of a Museum could it be? It turned out to be a 
