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The eggs, therefore, are often more or less exposed to the Crow, the pilfering Jay, and the egg-stealing red squirrel. This necessitates a very close and careful watch on the part of the owners.
Five minutes after he was down again to announce that the constable was on his way, and a few minutes after the one man stationed at the tiny hamlet a short distance away came in, red-faced and eager, for, saving over a little egg-stealing and mild poaching, it was rare for his services to be called for.
This certainly was not the case in either 1876 or 1878, though there were still a great many Puffins there; probably the continued egg-stealing has had some effect in reducing their numbers.
Behind it the prisoners were escorted a pale woman or two with dazed, terrified eyes, an old man suspected of egg-stealing, a cow addicted to trespass, and so on. The Mayor was not chosen yet, this ceremony being deferred by rule till the crowd reached Dragon's Moor. It hit the mob's humour, and they cheered. The Mounster's mother, standing in the doorway, went white as if painted.
"You old flea-headed woodchuck-chaser," I said to him "you moon-baying, rabbit-pointing, egg-stealing old beagle, can't you see that I don't want to leave you? Can't you see that we're both Pups in the Wood and the missis is the cruel uncle after you with the dish towel and me with the flea liniment and a pink bow to tie on my tail. Why not cut that all out and be pards forever more?"
How we took off our saddles, sat down on the sand, hallooed, waited; how a black policeman whose house was just being carried away by the sea appeared at last with a canoe; how we and our baggage got over one by one in the hollow log without by seeming miracle being swept out to sea or upset: how some horses would swim, and others would not; how the Negroes held on by the horses till they all went head over ears under the surf; and how, at last, breathless with laughter and anxiety for our scanty wardrobes, we scrambled ashore one by one into prickly roseau, re-saddled our horses in an atmosphere of long thorns, and then cut our way and theirs out through scrub into the Cocal; all this should not be written in these pages, but drawn for the benefit of Punch, by him who drew the egg-stealing frog whose pencil I longed for again and again amid the delightful mishaps of those forest rambles, in all of which I never heard a single grumble, or saw temper lost for a moment.
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