. Birds, beasts and fishes of the Norfolk broadland . s from the ricks, 24 BIRDS, BEASTS, AND FISHES and eke crumbs from the fenmans table; for often the kindlyman leaves his door open, and Bob walks right in, oncon-sarned as a passenger, and eats between his quiet hostscrotch-boots as carelessly as a starling wanders under ahorses belly. And though Bobs song be rare in winter, still you mayoccasionally hear it, and the fenman says with a smile, Thars old Bob a calling on you ter feed him. And feedthis pretty ungrateful young generation of Bobs you will,for the little creature has such charmin
. Birds, beasts and fishes of the Norfolk broadland . s from the ricks, 24 BIRDS, BEASTS, AND FISHES and eke crumbs from the fenmans table; for often the kindlyman leaves his door open, and Bob walks right in, oncon-sarned as a passenger, and eats between his quiet hostscrotch-boots as carelessly as a starling wanders under ahorses belly. And though Bobs song be rare in winter, still you mayoccasionally hear it, and the fenman says with a smile, Thars old Bob a calling on you ter feed him. And feedthis pretty ungrateful young generation of Bobs you will,for the little creature has such charming manners, and is soconfiding—quite one of the mildest of parricides, yet selfishwithal. Nothwithstanding everything, like the boy high-wayman. Bob will alwa^s be a hero in popular for me, I like his pluck. His breast is a bright patch ofcolour in the landscape, moreover, and his song is not repul-sive, if not very attractive. The sentiment aroused by him,too, is one of tolerant amusement. A desirable little fellowon the whole is MUD COTTAGt;, NOKFOLK. CHAPTER IX THE NIGHTINGALE When the coppice-trees of the Broadland have broken intobud, and young leaves look large and bland by the stillwaters of the lagoons, the Nightingales that live thereaboutsarrive from over the sea, and mayhap as you are sailingsome evening over the silver mere, within a mile of thesacred grove, their sweet 7//^, jng, breaks upon your ear,as you glide noiselessly through the still waters, your sailclearly reflected in the stiller water below; and with yourears full of his sweet music—for a rival soon answers theproud challenge—your eyes turn dreamily to the distantwood, looming fresh and green over the flatland, and youlisten, soothed by the soughing of the breeze in your ear,through which soft aeolian music the distant voices of theproud cocks steal like some far-away dream of music, re-minding you the nightingales are back again to their oldhaunts, to challenge and pair and bui
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