THE BADGER 



and which followed me so closely that they 

 would bump against my boots each step I 

 took, and come and snuggle in under my 

 coat when I sat down. I was very much 

 attached to them, but having to leave for 

 the London season, I came home after a 

 prolonged absence to find that they had re- 

 verted U) their natural disposition, and had 

 forgotten him who had been a foster-parent 

 to them. As I could not fondle them with- 

 out a pair of hedging-gloves on, and they 

 no longer walked at my heel, I made them 

 a home in the woods, where the thought of 

 their happiness has helped me to bear my 

 loss. 



Many interesting stories are told of tame 

 badgers. Here is one taken from the Field: 

 "A few months ago, a farmer in the Cots- 

 wolds unearthed a badger and one youngster 

 about two months old, which were sent to 

 Mr. Barry Burge, Northleach, who only kept 

 the former a few weeks, when she died. 

 The orphan was petted very much by its 

 owner. In a short time it would follow Mr. 

 Burge through the fields and streets, and 

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