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"The low, bare flats at ebb-tide, the rush of the sea at flood, Through inlet and creek and river, from dike to upland wood; The gulls in the red of morning, the fish-hawks rise and fall, The drift of the fog in moonshine, over the dark coast wall."
J. G. Whittier.
A FISHING VILLAGE
A SON OF THE MARSHES
'WITHIN AN HOUR OF LONdON TOWN'
(ON sURREY HILLs,' ETC.
WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS
EDINBURGH AND LONDON
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THESE Annals of a locality almost unknown in its day to the outside world, whose native characteristics are full of quaint simplicity and old - world ideas, have been taken from the Notes of the self-taught Naturalist, the author of “Woodland, Moor, and Stream.’ At his request I have not given the real names either of the village described or of the characters depicted. All is, however, drawn “from the life
— a life rich in a colour peculiarly its own, whether as regards the primitive ways and thoughts of the Marsh
men, or the feathered visitants to the wild