WILD LIFE ON THE WING 
the demons of cold and famine sleep for a 
little while, and for the heron, who had found 
nothing in the wild large enough to hunt 
him, there was nothing to be done but learn 
the geography of the waterways of the country, 
and grow fat. So while he stands thigh deep 
a-fishing in the bog, I will take up that part 
of their joint tale which concerns Andy 
Hogan. 
All the summer he carried on a feud with 
Thompson, the gamekeeper, over the respective 
rights of foxes and pheasants. The keeper 
dared not declare open war as yet, for he 
feared public opinion, but he never failed to 
report Andy's delinquencies to his master, 
who heard them readily enough ; for Andy 
had never troubled to ingratiate himself with 
his new employer, and met every improve- 
ment with stubborn resistance : " It was 
niver done that way in Misther Thomas' 
time." 
Early in the summer, while the water was 
low, the Quarry Pool was stocked with little 
trout, the dam and sluice, through which the 
water now escaped, in their raw newness were 
a conspicuous sight at the head of the glen, 
and the old man loathed them, as Sunday by 
Sunday he passed them on his way to hear 
mass. 
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