[The Amateur Poacher by Richard Jefferies]@TWC D-Link bookThe Amateur Poacher CHAPTER I 14/20
The secret of that varnish is lost--like that of the varnish on the priceless old violins. But you could feel the wood more in my gun: so that it was difficult to keep the hand off it, though the rabbits would not come out; and the shadowless recess grew like a furnace, for it focussed the rays of the sun.
The heat on the sunny side of a thick hedge between three and four in the afternoon is almost tropical if you remain still, because the air is motionless: the only relief is to hold your hat loose; or tilt it against your head, the other edge of the brim on the ground.
Then the grass-blades rise up level with the forehead.
There is a delicious smell in growing grass, and a sweetness comes up from the earth. Still it got hotter and hotter; and it was not possible to move in the least degree, lest a brown creature sitting on the sand at the mouth of his hole, and hidden himself by the fern, should immediately note it. And Orion was waiting in the rickyard for the sound of the report, and very likely the shepherd too.
We knew that men in Africa, watched by lions, had kept still in the sunshine till, reflected from the rock, it literally scorched them, not daring to move; and we knew all about the stoicism of the Red Indians.
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