I watches everything as goes on, and marks the hare's tracks and the rabbit buries, and the double mounds and little copses as the pheasants wanders off to in the autumn.

I keeps a 'nation good look-out after the keeper and his men, and sees their dodges--which way they walks, and how they comes back sudden and unexpected on purpose.

There's mostly one about with his eyes on me--when they sees me working on a farm they puts a man special to look after me.

I never does nothing close round where I'm at work, so he waits about a main bit for nothing.
'You see by going out piece-work I visits every farm in the parish.

The other men they works for one farmer for two or three or maybe twenty years; but I goes very nigh all round the place--a fortnight here and a week there, and then a month somewhere else.