Wouldn't hop about the courtyard and cliffs like the young ravens.

Wonder where they build ?" He went on, to stop and watch the trout and grayling, which kept darting away, as he approached the riverside, gleaming through the sunlit water, and hiding in the depths, or beneath some mass of rock or tree-root on the other side.
"Rather stupid for me, getting to be a man, to think so much about birds' nests; but I don't know: perhaps it isn't childish.

Old Rayburn is always watching for them, and picking flowers, and chipping bits of stone.

Why, he has books full of pressed grasses and plants; and boxes full of bits of ore and spar, and stony shells out of the caves and mines .-- Well now, isn't that strange ?" He stopped short, laughing to himself, as he suddenly caught sight of a droll-looking figure, standing knee-deep in the river, busy with rod and line, gently throwing a worm-baited hook into the deep black water, under the projecting rocks at the foot of the cliff.
The figure, cut off, as it were, at the knees, looked particularly short and stout, humped like a camel, by the creel swung behind to be out of the way.

His dress was a rusty brown doublet, with puffed-out breeches beneath, descending half-way down the thigh, and then all was bare.