It was shrivelled and yellow, but thick enough to give him very good cover.

Every now and then he looked out into the lane to see if any one was about, and on one of these occasions saw what he imagined at first to be a colony of rats migrating; but when they came near, racing down the lane, he found they were weasels.

He counted fourteen, and thought there were one or two more.
Aaron also told me a curious incident that happened to him very early one morning towards the beginning of spring.

The snow was on the ground and the moon was shining brightly as he got on the railway (a few miles from Okebourne) and walked some distance up it: he did not say what for, but probably as the nearest way to a cover.

As he entered a deep cutting where the line came round a sharp curve he noticed strange spots upon the snow, and upon examination found it was blood.