yo FROM SPRING TO FALL. 



CHAPTER VI. 



FROM WEIR TO MILL. 



Only a mile at the most is it from one to the 

 other ; but to those who know that bit of winding 

 woodland river well, it is a mile teeming with wild 

 life, finned, furred, and feathered. In that short 

 stretch I have seen nearly all the fauna of a 

 southern county. For good reasons doubtless, 

 but known only to themselves, wild creatures will 

 not leave certain places, whilst others they will 

 not even visit. For forty-five years I have visited 

 this mile of water and water-meadows, and wan- 

 dered through the trees that border the streams. 

 Creatures can be seen there that you might look 

 for in vain elsewhere. 

 There is a mystery about this partiality that no 



