Weathercock: Being the Adventures of a Boy with a Bias, The
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Chapter 1. Toadstools!
_ CHAPTER ONE. TOADSTOOLS!
"Oh, I say, here‘s a game! What‘s he up to now?"
"Hi! Vane! Old weathercock! Hold hard!"
"Do you hear? Which way does the wind blow?"
Three salutations shouted at a lad of about sixteen, who had just shown himself at the edge of a wood on the sunny slope of the Southwolds, one glorious September morning, when the spider-webs were still glittering with iridescent colours, as if every tiny strand were strung with diamonds, emeralds and amethysts, and the thick green moss that clothed the nut stubbs was one glorious sheen of topaz, sapphire and gold. Down in the valley the mist still hung in thick patches, but the sun‘s rays were piercing it in many directions, and there was every promise of a hot day, such as would make the shade of the great forest with its acorn-laden oaks welcome, and the whole place tempting to one who cared to fill pocket or basket with the bearded hazelnuts, already beginning to show colour in th
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