HEDGEHOG. 
ESHING MILL FROM THE BRIDGE. 
CHAPTER VIL 
The walks about Godalmiiig are truly delicious, whether 
in winter or in summer^ in spring* or in autumn : one can 
never time one's peregrinations amiss as regards season. 
Eshing has ever been a favourite haunt with me ; its old, 
old bridge, and its old, old mill, are bits for painters. 
There is a bank close by this bridge where I made my 
first acquaintance with the Hedgehog. My little dog, 
Cap — his name was once Capsicum, it afterwards short- 
ened itself to Capsy, and finally settled in Cap — my little 
dog Cap, in the course of a journey of discovery on a keen. 
