Last summer, ain roomy e an old tryman, and talk to     to o me,    all d t muc tural and supernatural creatures of ting like a ,” and is certain t eals apples by rolling about under an apple tree until tig to every quill. ain too t ts, of s, and to cats at time of some great c is o meddle    it mige you in a     poison in you, and t ’s tootimes o s, and tails; but ts are not ten cats, s are no talks of all ures except squirrels— seems an affeate i, t times ting a rahem.

        I am not certain t inguisural and supernatural very clearly. old me t foxes and cats like, above all, to be in ter nigainly pass from some story about a fox to a story about a spirit o speak about a marten cat—a rare beast no o sleep in a garden- full of apples, and all nigtling plates and knives and forks over . O any rate, be    in time I    cutting timber over in Is, all and not simple, and o the word    as we would use words like fresh or ely.

        Otoo s in ted oods. A labourer told us of    is called S he weed.

        ed from La a. And t a dle t able. An’ old me t o Stle fello as     of t, and at last it brougo t vanis him.”

        A old me of a sig sain deep pool in tile from t blast of rees    and broken and fell into ter out of it    up to t    myself I only sating trees fell. Dark clothes he had on, and he was headless.”

        A man told me t one day, o cat field, full of boulders and bus is o t    a button t if I fling a pebble on to t bus ay on it,” meaning t tted t be able to go t. So ook up “a pebble of co    t of it t beautiful music t ever    it    he bush.”

        I ofteangle myself in argument more plicated to rue nature of apparitions, but at otimes I say as Socrates said ure is full of people    some of tesque, and some iful beyond any one    far a places. Even    at any moment I mig kno times explore every little nook of some poor coppice    anxious footsteps, so deep a ion upon me.

        You too meet ion, doubtless, someurn driving you to t may be, to t of a certainty believe t t, tle moving as noty is not a gate of t aken in at our birt    long be beauty, and    better to sit at ten a lazy body or to run    to look at t s ligo myself,    t ument, t ty nor    times o t te lives not far off, as I t keep our natures simple and passionate. May it not eve deate us to all romance, and t some day     in ts.

        1902
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