AbouttherestofallthatwinterIrememberverylittle，beingonlyayoungboythen，andmissingmyfathermostoutofdoors，aswhenitcametothebird-catching，orthetrackingofharesinthesnow，orthetrainingofasheep-dog。OftentimesIlookedathisgun，anancientpiecefoundinthesea，alittlebelowGlenthorne，andofwhichhewasmightyproud，althoughitwasonlyamatch-lock；andIthoughtofthetimesIhadheldthefuse，whilehegothisaimatarabbit，andonceevenatareddeerrubbingamongthehazels。Butnothingcameofmylookingatit，sofarasIremember，savefoolishtearsofmyownperhaps，tillJohnFrytookitdownonedayfromthehookswherefather’shandhadlaidit；andithurtmetoseehowJohnhandledit，asifhehadnomemory。
’BadjobforheasherhadnotgotthiccythenaightashercoomacrassthemDoones。RackonVarmerJan’ooda-zhownthemthewaitokingdomcome，’steadofgooin’
herzelzoaisy。Andamaighthavebeengooin’tomarketnow，’steadoflayingbankedupoveryanner。
MaisterJan，theecanzeethegraveiftheelookalangthisheregoon-barryel。Buynow，whuttbeblubberin’
at？WishIhadnevertoldthee。’