. Wild birds and their haunts (a book for students and sportsmen) . ~* TAKING Till. BREECHLOADER To face page 51 THE PUNT UNDER SAIL. How I Became a Naturalist 51 HOW I BECAME A NATURALIST. MY home as a boy was in a quaint old fishing villageclose to the edge of the North Kent place had an old, irregular look ; one wouldthink its inhabitants had begun building from the shoreinland to a certain point, and then come back and finishedalong the waters edge. The top rooms of the houses generally projected overthe pavement—somewhat savouring of Shakesperian—with queer gables, wh
. Wild birds and their haunts (a book for students and sportsmen) . ~* TAKING Till. BREECHLOADER To face page 51 THE PUNT UNDER SAIL. How I Became a Naturalist 51 HOW I BECAME A NATURALIST. MY home as a boy was in a quaint old fishing villageclose to the edge of the North Kent place had an old, irregular look ; one wouldthink its inhabitants had begun building from the shoreinland to a certain point, and then come back and finishedalong the waters edge. The top rooms of the houses generally projected overthe pavement—somewhat savouring of Shakesperian—with queer gables, which were ornamented with grotesquefigures. By the water stood old mills, warehouses, andshipyards, all having a decayed look. That business ofsome kind had been once carried on there, the old wharvesand fine houses showed, but when that time was no oneabout the place in my time knew. It was entirely isolatedfrom any other town or village, and railroads and steam-boats were things known only by name to the generalcommunity. Nearly all the people got their living odthe water. Poor they were, but a
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