The boy was as excited as the dog, going down on all-fours to push his way amongst the heath and broom, and scratch some hole bigger where it was evident that a rabbit had made his home.

Then he was after a butterfly; then stalking a bird, as if he expected to catch it without the proverbial salt for its tail; and I'm afraid I was just as wild.
I don't know that I need say _afraid_, for our amusement was innocent enough, and you must remember that we were two boys, who resembled Juno, the dog, in this respect that we were let loose for a time, and enjoying the freedom of a scamper over the hills.
We had gone some distance through the pines, when, as we turned back and came to where they suddenly ended, and the earth down the slope seemed to be covered with pine needles, and was all heather and short fine furze, I sat down suddenly on the soft fir leaves, taking off my cap for the sweet fresh breeze to blow through my hair.

Shock flung himself down on his chest, and the dog couched between us with her eyes sparkling, her mouth open, and her tongue out and curled up at the end, as she panted with fatigue and excitement.
"I say," cried Shock all at once, with his face flushed, and his eyes full of excitement, "don't let's go back--let's stop and live here.
I'll find a cave in the sand." "And what are we to live on ?" I said.
"Rabbits, and birds, and snails, and fish--there's a big pond down there.

Let's stop.

There'll be nuts and blackberries, and whorts, and pig-nuts, and mushrooms.