It will be as beautiful in its way when corn is growing upon it, and far more useful." "Ay, bud that's what our people don't think.

Look, Mester Dick!" Dick was already looking at a shoal of fish ahead flying out of the water, falling back, and rising again, somewhat after the fashion of flying-fish in the Red Sea.
"Know what that means ?" said the wheelwright.
"Perch," said Dick, shortly.

"A big chap too, and he has got one," he added excitedly, as a large fish rose, made a tremendous splash, and then seemed to be working its way among the bending reeds.

"Might have got him perhaps if we had had a line." Mr Marston made no reply, for he was watching the slow heavy flap-flap of a heron as it rose from before them with something indistinctly seen in its beak.
"What has it got ?" he said.
Dick turned sharply, and made out that there seemed to be a round knob about the great bird's bill, giving it the appearance of having thrust it through a turnip or a ball.
"Why, it's an eel," he cried, "twisting itself into a knot.

Yes: look!" The evening light gleamed upon the glistening skin of the fish, as it suddenly untwisted itself, and writhed into another form.