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feeds desprit sharp when they goes at it. They 

 eats all sorts o' things that bides both under an' 

 above the ground. They ain't in one place, neither, 

 all their lives. So 'pears to me that if they was to 

 level the hills in a medder when the moles had left 

 it, things would be all right like. There's lots o' 

 things kills moles, beside us as ketches them, both 

 above and below. I've set fur a mole, an' I've 

 ketched a weasel, many a time. An' what a many 

 different colours I've ketched: white uns, sandy an' 

 white, black an' white, an' tortoise-shell, same as 

 our old tabby at home. 



"When they heaves, things watches for 'em; 

 crows fetches 'em out on it. You ken see their 

 flick like, when they moles gits on the top o' their 

 hills, a-working. I've seen they buzzard - hawks 

 grip 'em like lightning when I was keepering. Not 

 o' late years I ain't, scarce nothin' don't dare to 

 show itself now ; if it do, it has to be killed some- 

 how or other. Moles ain't the right things to get 

 in gardens, that's sure; more, they ain't to get 

 on a gentleman's lawn: these ain't the proper 

 places for them. The fields an' medders is, you 

 may depend on it, else what would they be there 



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