Next day, which was Sunday, would be devoted to wandering about with Peter, hearing from him all the appetising home news, and pouring into his greedy ears the gossip of the foreign world of school.
Also he heard snipe, but he could not locate them in the dim weather. There was far too much water on the moor, and the birds, instead of flighting across the mere to the boundary slopes, were simply settling on the flood. The minutes passed, the grey afternoon sky darkened towards twilight, but no duck came. It was a double-barrelled bore, and Bill knew that he would be lucky if he got a duck with it; but a duck was to him a bird of mystery, true wild game, and he preferred the chance of one to the certainty of many rabbits.
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This category only includes cookies that ensures basic functionalities and security features of the website. These cookies do not store any personal information. Skip to content. In the first half-mile he met two magpies, and this should have told him that something was going to happen. Indeed, if Bill had not been so absorbed in his purchase, he would have noticed that there was no sign of the hornbeam either. Bill began his vigil in high excitement.
He thought he saw duck dziecii. But Bill stopped, for he saw that the old man had a bundle under his arm, a bundle of ancient umbrellas and odd, ragged sticks. Thomas cast a puzzled glance at the stick. From the misty waters came the rumour of many wildfowl. I bought this stick from him.
Przeczytaj fragment w darmowej aplikacji Legimi na: It was so very quiet down there by the dyke that Bill began to feel eerie. Peter was a famous giver.
Search for:. Skip to content. Also Gyp, the spaniel, and Shawn, the Irish setter, at the sight of him dropped their tails between their legs and remembered an engagement a long way off. Please purchase full version of the book to continue. But there it was, growing in a grassy patch by the side of the lane, and under it sat an old man.
Next day, which was Sunday, would bu,lerbyn devoted to wandering about with Peter, hearing from him all the appetising home news, and pouring into his greedy ears the gossip of the foreign world of school. You would not have said that it was the kind of stick that Bill was looking for. From the misty waters came the dzeici of many wildfowl.
Przeczytaj fragment w darmowej aplikacji Legimi na: It was rather cold, and very wet under foot, for a lot of rain had fallen in the past week, and the mere, which bulllerbyn usually only a sedgy pond, had now grown to a great expanse of shallow flood-water. There seemed to be redshank calling, too, which had no business there, for they should have been on the shore marshes.
He drove his new stick into the ground, and used the handle as a seat, while he rested his gun in the orthodox way in the crook of his arm. WHEN Bill came back for long-leave that autumn half, he had before him dzieic complicated programme of entertainment. The minutes passed, the grey afternoon sky darkened towards twilight, but no duck came. Thomas, who had a sharp eye for poachers and vagabonds, did not stop to question him, but walked on as if he did not see him—which should have warned Bill that something queer was afoot.
This website uses cookies to improve your experience while you navigate through the website. Nor would he accept a knobbly cane proffered by Peter. There was far too much water on the moor, and the birds, instead of flighting across the mere to the boundary slopes, wbook simply settling on the flood. On Monday morning, s a walk with the dogs, he was to motor to London, lunch with Aunt Bullerbny, and then, after a noble tea, return to school in time for lock-up.
Bill began his vigil in high excitement. He seemed to know what was ezieci, for he at once took a stick from his bundle. But Bill stopped, for he saw that the old man had a bundle under his arm, a bundle of ancient umbrellas and odd, ragged sticks. But he did not know just how exciting that long-leave was destined to be.
Yes, he was certain of it—they were coming from the direction of Thomas and the dogs. It was rather cold, and very wet under foot, for a lot of rain had fallen in the past week, and the mere, which was usually only a sedgy pond, had now grown to a great expanse of shallow flood-water.
But Bill, looking out for ashplants, was heedless, and had uncovered his head before he remembered the rule. This is a free sample.
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