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Updated: June 1, 2025
This primeval picture thus tells you that the highly educated artist of the present day, removed from his accessories, away from his liquid colours, easels, canvas, prepared paper, and so frith, can only do what the Cave-man did. But still further, he can only do that if he possesses great natural genius only a man who could draw the poacher's dog could do it.
He had scarcely drawn his knife from his pocket, while looking about him with the poacher's unquiet glance, when he uttered a low cry, "Father! Here! Father!" "What's the matter?" responded the old marauder, without pausing from his work. "Father, come here!" continued Philippe. "In Heaven's name, come here, quick!" Jean knew by the tone of his son's voice that something unusual had happened.
It seemed to be time now to begin Tommy's education, for I judged that, if he had been at home, he would ere then have been getting nightly lessons in the poacher's art.
The haggard falcon is a species of hawk found in North Wales and in Scotland. It breeds on high shelving cliffs and precipitous rocks. Had Shakespeare been an "amateur poacher" in his youth? He had a poacher's knowledge of the wild creatures.
I can depend on the Decoy being guarded by ten, Sir, can I? for I must be off to the head-keeper's with the rest." "Yes, you can." "Then, good-by, Sir, for the present." "Now what a poor fool is that!" soliloquized the young painter, contemptuously, as the door closed upon his late companion. "To think that I should risk my life against a poacher's on even terms!
"Yah!" came back; and as the keeper dropped his gun into the hollow of his arm with a grim smile on his face, there was a loud thwack and a startled, "Oh!" for the tall gentleman had stood still, Magglin had reached him, and a stick fell heavily across the poacher's shoulders. "You scoundrel!" he roared, making a snatch at Magglin's collar, but the man was too slippery.
The poacher's reply was characteristic: "As you means it kindly, Master Horsehair, I won't take it for an insult: howsomdever, either your hand or mine, I won't say which, is too dirty for shaking. Let me do you a good turn, Master: there's a blue-bottle on your wig; I think as it's Beelzebub a-whispering in your ear: allow me to drive him away."
But Walter a Cleeve's back was turned towards the fence, and again Jim failed to recognise him. And Jim peered over the fence through a gorse-whin, undetected even by the poacher's clever eyes. "It's queer, too," went on Charley Hannaford slowly, as if chewing each word. "I hadn't even heard tell they was expectin' you, down at the Court." "They are not," Walter answered.
Nevertheless, as the appropriation of other people's property has an exquisite charm for some temperaments, as a stolen apple to a child's palate is much more delightful than one that is not the demon of acquisitiveness is always leaning over a man's shoulder, that is to say, a poacher's shoulder, or even that of a gentleman with poaching tastes and inclinations, to breathe in his ear bad advice.
I looked at the poacher and the policeman and the gun; then at the gun and the policeman and the poacher; and I could find no name for the fancy that haunted and escaped me. The poacher believed in the Game Laws as much as the policeman. The poacher's wife not only believed in the Game Laws, but protected them as well as him.
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