"Getting straange and scarce now.

Used to be lots of 'em breed here when my grandfather was a boy.

Nay, nay, don't scar' him," he cried, checking Dick, who was about to wave his hands.

"Niver disturb the birds wi'out you want 'em to eat or sell.

Now, then: yonder's a hare." "Where ?" cried Tom.