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<h1>The Natural History of Selborne</h1>
<h2 class="no-break">by Gilbert White</h2>
<hr />
<h2>INVITATION TO SELBORNE.</h2>
<p>See, Selborne spreads her boldest beauties round<br/>
The varied valley, and the mountain ground,<br/>
Wildly majestic ! What is all the pride,<br/>
Of flats, with loads of ornaments supplied ?—<br/>
Unpleasing, tasteless, impotent expense,<br/>
Compared with Nature’s rude magnificenee.</p>
<p>Arise, my stranger, to these wild scenes haste;<br/>
The unfinish’d farm awaits your forming taste:<br/>
Plan the pavilion, airy, light, and true;<br/>
Through the high arch call in the length’ning view;<br/>
Expand the forest sloping up the hill;<br/>
Swell to a lake the scant, penurious rill;<br/>
Extend the vista; raise the castle mound<br/>
In antique taste, with turrets ivy-crown’d:<br/>
O’er the gay lawn the flow’ry shrub dispread,<br/>
Or with the blending garden mix the mead;<br/>
Bid China’s pale, fantastic fence delight;<br/>
Or with the mimic statue trap the sight.</p>
<p>Oft on some evening, sunny, soft, and still,<br/>
The Muse shall lead thee to the beech-grown hill,<br/>
To spend in tea the cool, refreshing hour,<br/>
Where nods in air the pensile, nest-like bower;<br/>
Or where the hermit hangs the straw-clad cell,<br/>
Emerging gently from the leafy dell,<br/>
By fancy plann’d; as once th’ inventive maid<br/>
Met the hoar sage amid the secret shade:<br/>
Romantic spot ! from whence in prospect lies<br/>
Whate’er of landscape charms our feasting eyes’—<br/>
The pointed spire, the hall, the pasture plain,<br/>
The russet fallow, or the golden grain,<br/>
The breezy lake that sheds a gleaming light,<br/>
Till all the fading picture fail the sight.</p>
<p>Each to his task; all different ways retire:<br/>
Cull the dry stick; call forth the seeds of fire;<br/>
Deep fix the kettle’s props, a forky row,<br/>
Or give with fanning hat the breeze to blow.</p>
<p>Whence is this taste, the furnish’d hall forgot,<br/>
To feast in gardens, or th’ unhandy grot ?<br/>
Or novelty with some new charms surprises,<br/>
Or from our very shifts some joy arises.<br/>
Hark, while below the village bells ring round,<br/>
Echo, sweet nymph, returns the soften’d sound;<br/>
But if gusts rise, the rushing forests roar,<br/>
Like the tide tumbling on the pebbly shore.</p>
<p>Adown the vale, in lone, sequester’d nook,<br/>
Where skirting woods imbrown the dimpling brook,<br/>
The ruin’d convent lies: here wont to dwell<br/>
The lazy canon midst his cloister’d cell,<br/>
While Papal darkness brooded o’er the land,<br/>
Ere Reformation made her glorious stand:<br/>
Still oft at eve belated shepherd swains<br/>
See the cowl’d spectre skim the folded plains.</p>
<p>To the high Temple would my stranger go,<br/>
The mountain-brow commands the woods below:<br/>
In Jewry first this order found a name,<br/>
When madding Croisades set the world in flame;<br/>
When western climes, urged on by pope and priest<br/>
Pour’d forth their minions o’er the deluged East:<br/>
Luxurious knights, ill suited to defy<br/>
To mortal fight Turcestan chivalry.</p>
<p>Nor be the parsonage by the Muse forgot —<br/>
The partial bard admires his native spot;<br/>
Smit with its beauties, loved, as yet a child,<br/>
Unconscious why, its capes, grotesque and wild.<br/>
High on a mound th’ exalted gardens stand,<br/>
Beneath, deep valleys, scoop’d by Nature’s hand.<br/>
A Cobham here, exulting in his art,<br/>
Might blend the general’s with the gardener’s part;<br/>
Might fortify with all the martial trade<br/>
Of rampart, bastion, fosse, and palisade;<br/>
Might plant the mortar with wide threat’ning bore,<br/>
Or bid the mimic cannon seem to roar:</p>
<p>Now climb the steep, drop now your eye belong<br/>
Where round the blooming village orchards grow;<br/>
There, like a picture, lies my lowly seat,<br/>
A rural, shelter’d, unobserved retreat.</p>
<p>Me far above the rest Selbornian scenes,<br/>
The pendent forests, and the mountain greens,<br/>
Strike with delight; there spreads the distant view,<br/>
That gradual fades till sunk in misty blue:<br/>
Here Nature hangs her slopy woods to sight,<br/>
Rills purl between and dart a quivering light.</p>
<h2>SELBORNE HANGER.</h2>
<p class="center">
A WINTER PIECE, TO THE MISS B*****S</p>
<p>The bard, who sang so late in blithest strain<br/>
Selbornian prospects, and the rural reign,<br/>
Now suits his plaintive pipe to sadden’d tone,<br/>
While the blank swains the changeful year bemoan.</p>
<p>How fallen the glories of these fading scenes !<br/>
The dusky beech resigns his vernal greens;<br/>
The yellow maple mourns in sickly hue,<br/>
And russet woodlands crowd the dark’ning view.</p>
<p>Dim, clust’ring fogs involve the country round,<br/>
The valley and the blended mountain ground<br/>
Sink in confusion; but with tempest-wing<br/>
Should Boreas from his northern barrier spring,<br/>
The rushing woods with deaf’ning clamour roar,<br/>
Like the sea tumbling on the pebbly shore.<br/>
When spouting rains descend in torrent tides,<br/>
See the torn zigzag weep its channel’d sides:<br/>
Winter exerts its rage; heavy and slow,<br/>
From the keen east rolls on the treasured snow;<br/>
Sunk with its weight the bending boughs are seen,<br/>
And one bright deluge whelms the works of men.<br/>
Amidst this savage landscape, bleak and bare,<br/>
Hangs the chill hermitage in middle air;<br/>
Its haunts forsaken, and its feasts forgot,<br/>
A leaf-strown, lonely, desolated cot !<br/>
Is this the scene that late with rapture rang,<br/>
Where Delphy danced, and gentle Anna sang ?<br/>
With fairy step where Harriet tripp’d so late,<br/>
And, on her stump reclined, the musing Kitty sate ?</p>
<p>Return, dear nymphs; prevent the purple spring,<br/>
Ere the soft nightingale essays to sing;<br/>
Ere the first swallow sweeps the fresh’ning plain,<br/>
Ere love-sick turtles breathe their amorous pain;<br/>
Let festive glee th’ enliven’d village raise,<br/>
Pan’s blameless reign, and patriarchal days;<br/>
With pastoral dance the smitten swain surprise,<br/>
And bring all Arcady before our eyes.</p>
<p>Return, blithe maidens; with you bring along<br/>
Free, native humour; all the charms of song;<br/>
The feeling heart, and unaffected ease;<br/>
Each nameless grace, and ev’ry power to please.</p>
<p class="letter">
<i>Nov</i>. 1, 1763.</p>
<h2>ON THE RAINBOW.</h2>
<p class="footnote">
“Look upon the Rainbow, and praise him that made it: very beautiful is it
in the brightness thereof.”—<i>Eccles</i>., xliii. 11.</p>
<p>On morning or on evening cloud impress’d,<br/>
Bent in vast curve, the watery meteor shines<br/>
Delightfully, to th’ levell’d sun opposed:<br/>
Lovely refraction ! while the vivid brede<br/>
In listed colours glows, th’ unconscious swain,<br/>
With vacant eye, gazes on the divine<br/>
Phenomenon, gleaming o’er the illumined fields,<br/>
Or runs to catch the treasures which it sheds.</p>
<p>Not so the sage: inspired with pious awe,<br/>
He hails the federal arch ; and looking up,<br/>
Adores that God, whose fingers form’d this bow<br/>
Magnificent, compassing heaven about<br/>
With a resplendent verge, “Thou mad’st the cloud,<br/>
“Maker omnipotent, and thou the bow;<br/>
“And by that covenant graciously hast sworn<br/>
“Never to drown the world again: henceforth,<br/>
“Till time shall be no more, in ceaseless round,<br/>
“Season shall follow season: day to night,<br/>
“Summer to winter, harvest to seed time,<br/>
“Heat shall to cold in regular array<br/>
“Succeed.”—Heav’n taught, so sang the Hebrew bard.</p>
<h2>A HARVEST SCENE.</h2>
<p>Waked by the gentle gleamings of the morn,<br/>
Soon clad, the reaper, provident of want,<br/>
Hies cheerful-hearted to the ripen’d field:<br/>
Nor hastes alone: attendant by his side<br/>
His faithful wife, sole partner of his cares,<br/>
Bears on her breast the sleeping babe; behind,<br/>
With steps unequal, trips her infant train;<br/>
Thrice happy pair, in love and labour join’d !</p>
<p>All day they ply their task; with mutual chat,<br/>
Beguiling each the sultry, tedious hours.<br/>
Around them falls in rows the sever’d corn,<br/>
Or the shocks rise in regular array.</p>
<p>But when high noon invites to short repast,<br/>
Beneath the shade of sheltering thorn they sit,<br/>
Divide the simple meal, and drain the cask:<br/>
The swinging cradle lulls the whimpering babe<br/>
Meantime; while growling round, if at the tread<br/>
Of hasty passenger alarm’d, as of their store<br/>
Protective, stalks the cur with bristling back,<br/>
To guard the scanty scrip and russet frock.</p>
<h2>ON THE DARK, STILL, DRY, WARM WEATHER.</h2>
<p class="center">
OCCASIONALLY HAPPENING IN THE WINTER MONTHS.</p>
<p>Th’ imprison’d winds slumber within their caves,<br/>
Fast bound: the fickle vane, emblem of change,<br/>
Wavers no more, long settling to a point.</p>
<p>All Nature nodding seems composed: thick steams,<br/>
From land, from flood up-drawn, dimming the day,<br/>
“Like a dark ceiling stand:” slow through the air<br/>
Gossamer floats, or, stretch’d from blade to blade,<br/>
The wavy net-work whitens all the field.</p>
<p>Push’d by the weightier atmosphere, up springs<br/>
The ponderous mercury, from scale to scale<br/>
Mounting, amidst the Torricellian tube.</p>
<p>While high in air, and poised upon his wings,<br/>
Unseen, the soft, enamour’d woodlark runs<br/>
Through all his maze of melody; the brake,<br/>
Loud with the blackbird’s bolder note, resounds.</p>
<p>Sooth’d by the genial warmth, the cawing rook<br/>
Anticipates the spring, selects her mate,<br/>
Haunts her tall nest-trees, and with sedulous care<br/>
Repairs her wicker eyrie, tempest-torn.</p>
<p>The ploughman inly smiles to see upturn<br/>
His mellow globe, best pledge of future crop:<br/>
With glee the gardener eyes his smoking beds;<br/>
E’en pining sickness feels a short relief</p>
<p>The happy schoolboy brings transported forth<br/>
His long-forgotten scourge, and giddy gig:<br/>
O’er the white paths he whirls the rolling hoop,<br/>
Or triumphs in the dusty fields of taw.</p>
<p>Not so the museful sage:—abroad he walks<br/>
Contemplative, if haply he may find<br/>
What cause controls the tempest’s rage, or whence,<br/>
Amidst the savage season, Winter smiles.</p>
<p>For days, for weeks, prevails the placid calm.<br/>
At length some drops prelude a change: the sun<br/>
With ray refracted, bursts the parting gloom,<br/>
When all the chequer’d sky is one bright glare.</p>
<p>Mutters the wind at eve; th’ horizon round<br/>
With angry aspect scowls: down rush the showers,<br/>
And float the deluged paths, and miry fields.</p>
<h2>THE NATURAL HISTORY OF SELBORNE</h2>
<p class="center">
In a series of letters addressed to<br/>
THOMAS PENNANT, ESQ.<br/>
and<br/>
The Hon. DAINES BARRINGTON</p>
<h2>ADVERTISEMENT</h2>
<p>The Author of the following Letters takes the liberty, with all proper
deference, of laying before the public his idea of parochial history, which, he
thinks, ought to consist of natural productions and occurrences as well as
antiquities. He is also of opinion that if stationary men would pay some
attention to the districts on which they reside, and would publish their
thoughts respecting the objects that surround them, from such materials might
be drawn the most complete county-histories, which are still wanting in several
parts of this kingdom, and in particular in the county of Southampton.</p>
<p>And here he seizes the first opportunity, though a late one, of returning his
most grateful acknowledgments to the reverend the President and the reverend
and worthy the Fellows of Magdalen College in the University of Oxford, for
their liberal behaviour in permitting their archives to be searched by a member
of their own society, so far as the evidences therein contained might respect
the parish and priory of Selborne. To that gentleman also, and his assistant,
whose labours and attention could only be equalled by the very kind manner in
which they were bestowed, many and great obligations are also due.</p>
<p>Of the authenticity of the documents above-mentioned there can be no doubt,
since they consist of the identical deeds and records that were removed to the
College from the Priory at the time of its dissolution; and, being carefully
copied on the spot, may be depended on as genuine; and, never having been made
public before, may gratify the curiosity of the antiquary, as well as establish
the credit of the history.</p>
<p>If the writer should at all appear to have induced any of his readers to pay a
more ready attention to the wonders of the Creation, too frequently overlooked
as common occurrences; or if he should by any means, through his researches,
have lent an helping hand towards the enlargement of the boundaries of
historical and topographical knowledge; or if he should have thrown some small
light upon ancient customs and manners, and especially on those that were
monastic, his purpose will be fully answered. But if he should not have been
successful in any of these his intentions, yet there remains this consolation
behind—that these his pursuits, by keeping the body and mind employed,
have, under Providence, contributed to much health and cheerfulness of spirits,
even to old age:—and, what still adds to his happiness, have led him to
the knowledge of a circle of gentlemen whose intelligent communications, as
they have afforded him much pleasing information, so, could he flatter himself
with a continuation of them, would they ever be deemed a matter of singular
satisfaction and improvement.</p>
<p class="right">
GIL. WHITE.</p>
<p class="letter">
Selborne,<br/>
January 1st, 1788.</p>
<h2>THE NATURAL HISTORY OF SELBORNE</h2>
<p>LETTERS to THOMAS PENNANT, ESQ.</p>
<h2>Letter I</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>The parish of Selborne lies in the extreme eastern corner of the county of
Hampshire, bordering on the county of Sussex, and not far from the county of
Surrey; is about fifty miles south-west of London, in latitude 51, and near
midway between the towns of Alton and Petersfield. Being very large and
extensive, it abuts on twelve parishes, two of which are in Sussex, viz.,
Trotton and Rogate. If you begin from the south and proceed westward, the
adjacent parishes are Emshot, Newton Valence, Faringdon, Harteley Mauduit,
Great Ward le Ham, Kingsley, Hedleigh, Bramshot, Trotton, Rogate, Lysse, and
Greatham. The soils of this district are almost as various and diversified as
the views and aspects. The high part to the south-west consists of a vast hill
of chalk, rising three hundred feet above the village; and is divided into a
sheep down, the high wood, and a long hanging wood called the Hanger. The
covert of this eminence is altogether beech, the most lovely of all forest
trees, whether we consider its smooth rind or bark, its glossy foliage, or
graceful pendulous boughs. The down, or sheep-walk, is a pleasing park-like
spot, of about one mile by half that space, jutting out on the verge of the
hill-country, where it begins to break down into the plains, and commanding a
very engaging view, being an assemblage of hill, dale, wood-lands, heath, and
water. The prospect is bounded to the south-east and east by the vast range of
mountains called the Susses-downs, by Guild-down near Guildford, and by the
Downs round Dorking, and Ryegate in Surrey, to the north-east, which
altogether, with the country beyond Alton and Farnham, form a noble and
extensive outline.</p>
<p>At the foot of this hill, one stage or step from the uplands, lies the village,
which consists of one single straggling street, three-quarters of a mile in
length, in a sheltered vale, and running parallel with the Hanger. The houses
are divided from the hill by a vein of stiff clay (good wheat-land), yet stand
on a rock of white stone, little in appearance removed from chalk; but seems so
far from being calcareous, that it endures extreme heat. Yet that the freestone
still preserves somewhat that is analogous to chalk, is plain from the beeches
which descend as low as those rocks extend, and no farther, and thrive as well
on them, where the ground is steep, as on the chalks.</p>
<p>The cart-way of the village divides, in a remarkable manner, two very
incongruous soils. To the south-west is a rank-clay, that requires the labour
of years to render it mellow; while the gardens to the north-east, and small
enclosures behind, consist of a warm, forward, crumbling mould, called black
malm, which seems highly saturated with vegetable and animal manure; and these
may perhaps have been the original site of the town; while the wood and coverts
might extend down to the opposite bank.</p>
<p>At each end of the village, which runs from south-east to north-west, arises a
small rivulet: that at the north-west end frequently fails; but the other is a
fine perennial spring, little influenced by drought or wet seasons, called
Well-head.* This breaks out of some high grounds joining to Core Hill, a noble
chalk promontory, remarkable for sending forth two streams into two different
seas. The one to the south becomes a branch of the Arun, running to Arundel,
and so falling into the British Channel: the other to the north. The Selborne
stream makes one branch of the Wey; and meeting the Black-down stream at
Hedleigh, and the Alton and Farnham stream at Tilford-bridge, swells into a
considerable river, navigable at Godalming; from whence it passes to Guildford,
and so into the Thames at Weybridge; and thus at the Nore into the German
Ocean.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* This spring produced, September 14, 1781, after a severe hot summer, and a
preceding dry spring and winter, nine gallons of water in a minute, which is
five hundred and forty in an hour, and twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty,
or two hundred and sixteen hogsheads, in twenty-four hours, or one natural day.
At this time many of the wells failed, and all the ponds in the vales were dry.</p>
<p>Our wells, at an average, run to about sixty-three feet, and when sunk to that
depth seldom fail; but produce a fine limpid water, soft to the taste, and much
commended by those who drink the pure element, but which does not lather well
with soap.</p>
<p>To the north-west, north and east of the village, is a range of fair
enclosures, consisting of what is called a white malm, a sort of rotten or
rubble stone, which, when turned up to the frost and rain, moulders to pieces,
and becomes manure to itself.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* This soil produces good wheat and clover.</p>
<p>Still on to the north-east, and a step lower, is a kind of white land, neither
chalk nor clay, neither fit for pasture nor for the plough, yet kindly for
hops, which root deep into the freestone, and have their poles and wood for
charcoal growing just at hand. This white soil produces the brightest hops.</p>
<p>As the parish still inclines down towards Wolmer-forest, at the juncture of the
clays and sand the soil becomes a wet, sandy loam, remarkable for timber, and
infamous for roads. The oaks of Temple and Blackmoor stand high in the
estimation of purveyors, and have furnished much naval timber; while the trees
on the freestone grow large, but are what workmen call shakey, and so brittle
as often to fall to pieces in sawing. Beyond the sandy loam the soil becomes an
hungry lean sand, till it mingles with the forest; and will produce little
without the assistance of lime and turnips.</p>
<h2>Letter II</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>In the court of Norton-farmhouse, a manor farm to the north-west of the
village, on the white maims, stood within these twenty years a broad-leaved
elm, or wych hazel, ulmus folio latissimo scabro of Ray, which, though it had
lost a considerable leading bough in the great storm in the year 1703, equal to
a moderate tree, yet, when felled, contained eight loads of timber; and, being
too bulky for a carriage, was sawn off at seven feet above the butt, where it
measured near eight feet in the diameter. This elm I mention to show to what a
bulk planted elms may attain; as this tree must certainly have been such from
its situation.</p>
<p>In the centre of the village, and near the church, is a square piece of ground
surrounded by houses, and vulgarly called the Plestor. In the midst of this
spot stood, in old times, a vast oak, with a short squat body, and huge
horizontal arms extending almost to the extremity of the area. This venerable
tree, surrounded with stone steps, and seats above them, was the delight of old
and young, and a place of much resort in summer evenings; where the former sat
in grave debate, while the latter frolicked and danced before them. Long might
it have stood, had not the amazing tempest in 1703 overturned it at once, to
the infinite regret of the inhabitants, and the vicar, who bestowed several
pounds in setting it in its place again; but all his care could not avail; the
tree sprouted for a time, then withered and died. This oak I mention to show to
what a bulk planted oaks also may arrive: and planted this tree must certainly
have been, as will appear from what will be said farther concerning this area,
when we enter on the antiquities of Selborne.</p>
<p>On the Blackmoor estate there is a small wood called Losel’s, of a few
acres, that was lately furnished with a set of oaks of a peculiar growth and
great value; they were tall and taper like firs, but standing near together had
very small heads, only a little brush without any large limbs. About twenty
years ago the bridge at the Toy, near Hampton-court, being much decayed, some
trees were wanted for the repairs that were fifty feet long without bough, and
would measure twelve inches diameter at the little end. Twenty such trees did a
purveyor find in this little wood, with this advantage, that many of them
answered the description at sixty feet. These trees were sold for twenty pounds
apiece.</p>
<p>In the centre of this grove there stood an oak, which, though shapely and tall
on the whole, bulged out into a large excrescence about the middle of the stem.
On this a pair of ravens had fixed their residence for such a series of years,
that the oak was distinguished by the title of the Raven-tree. Many were the
attempts of the neighbouring youths to get at this eyry: the difficulty whetted
their inclinations, and each was ambitious of surmounting the arduous task.
But, when they arrived at the swelling, it jutted out so in their way, and was
so far beyond their grasp, that the most daring lads were awed, and
acknowledged the undertaking to be too hazardous. So the ravens built on, nest
upon nest, in perfect security, till the fatal day arrived in which the wood
was to be levelled. It was in the month of February, when those birds usually
sit. The saw was applied to the butt, the wedges were inserted into the
opening, the woods echoed to the heavy blows of the beetle or mallet, the tree
nodded to its fall; but still the dam sat on. At last, when it gave way, the
bird was flung from her nest; and, though her parental affection deserved a
better fate, was whipped down by the twigs, which brought her dead to the
ground.</p>
<h2>Letter III</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>The fossil-shells of this district, and sorts of stone, such as have fallen
within my observation, must not be passed over in silence. And first I must
mention, as a great curiosity, a specimen that was ploughed up in the chalky
fields, near the side of the down, and given to me for the singularity of its
appearance, which, to an incurious eye, seems like a petrified fish of about
four inches long, the cardo passing for an head and mouth. It is in reality a
bivalve of the Linnaean genus of Mytilus, and the species of Crista Galli;
called by Lister, Rastellum; by Rumphius, Ostreum plicatum minus; by
D’Argenville, Auris Porci, s. Crista Galli, and by those who make
collections cock’s comb. Though I applied to several such in London, I
could never meet with an entire specimen; nor could I ever find in books any
engraving from a perfect one. In the superb museum at Leicester-house,
permission was given me to examine for this article; and though I was
disappointed as to the fossil, I was highly gratified with the sight of several
of the shells themselves in high preservation. This bivalve is only known to
inhabit the Indian Ocean, where it fixes itself to a zoophyte, known by the
name Gorgonia. The curious foldings of the suture, the one into the other, the
alternate flutings or grooves, and the curved form of my specimen being much
easier expressed by the pencil than by words, I have caused it to be drawn and
engraved.</p>
<p>Cornua Ammonis are very common about this village. As we were cutting an
inclining path up the Hanger, the labourers found them frequently on that
steep, just under the soil, in the chalk, and of a considerable size. In the
lane above Well-head, in the way to Emshot, they abound in the bank, in a
darkish sort of marl; and are usually very small and soft: but in Clay’s
Pond, a little farther on, at the end of the pit, where the soil is dug out for
manure, I have occasionally observed them of large dimensions, perhaps fourteen
or sixteen inches in diameter. But as these did not consist of firm stone, but
were formed of a kind of terra lapidosa, or hardened clay, as soon as they were
exposed to the rains and frost they mouldered away. These seemed as if they
were a very recent production. In the chalk-pit, at the north-west end of the
Hanger, large nautili are sometimes observed.</p>
<p>In the very thickest strata of our freestone, and at considerable depths,
well-diggers often find large scallops or pectines, having both shells deeply
striated, and ridged and furrowed alternately. They are highly impregnated
with, if not wholly composed of, the stone of the quarry.</p>
<h2>Letter IV</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>As in a former letter the freestone of this place has been only mentioned
incidentally, I shall here become more particular.</p>
<p>This stone is in great request for hearth-stones and the beds of ovens: and in
lining of lime-kilns it turns to good account; for the workmen use sandy loam
instead of mortar; the sand of which fluxes* and runs by the intense heat, and
so cases over the whole face of the kiln with a strong vitrified coat like
glass, that it is well preserved from injuries of weather, and endures thirty
or forty years. When chiseled smooth, it makes elegant fronts for houses, equal
in colour and grain to the Bath stone; and superior in one respect, that, when
seasoned, it does not scale. Decent chimney-pieces are worked from it of much
closer and finer grain than Portland; and rooms are floored with it; but it
proves rather too soft for this purpose. It is a freestone, cutting in all
directions; yet has something of a grain parallel with the horizon, and
therefore should not be surbedded, but laid in the same position as it grows in
the quarry.** On the ground abroad this firestone will not succeed for
pavements, because, probably, some degree of saltness prevailing within it, the
rain tears the slabs to pieces.*** Though this stone is too hard to be acted on
by vinegar, yet both the white part, and even the blue rag, ferments strongly
in mineral acids. Though the white stone will not bear wet, yet in every quarry
at intervals there are thin strata of blue rag, which resist rain and frost;
and are excellent for pitching of stables, paths, and courts, and for building
of dry walls against banks, a valuable species of fencing, much in use in this
village, and for mending of roads. This rag is rugged and stubborn, and will
not hew to a smooth face; but is very durable: yet, as these strata are shallow
and lie deep, large quantities cannot be procured but at considerable expense.
Among the blue rags turn up some blocks tinged with a stain of yellow or rust
colour, which seem to be nearly as lasting as the blue; and every now and then
balls of a friable substance, like rust of iron, called rust balls.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* There may probably be also in the chalk itself that is burnt for lime a
proportion of sand: for few chalks are so pure as to have none.</p>
<p class="footnote">
** To surbed stone is to set it edgewise, contrary to the posture it had in the
quarry, says Dr. Plot, Oxfordsh., p. 77. But surbedding does not succeed in our
dry walls; neither do we use it so in ovens, though he says it is best for
Teynton stone.</p>
<p class="footnote">
*** ‘Firestone is full of salts, and has no sulphur: must be close
grained, and have no interstices. Nothing supports fire like salts; saltstone
perishes exposed to wet and frost.’ Plot’s Staff., p. 152.</p>
<p>In Wolmer-forest I see but one sort of stone, called by the workmen sand, or
forest-stone. This is generally of the colour of rusty iron, and might probably
be worked as iron ore; is very hard and heavy, and of a firm, compact texture,
and composed of a small roundish crystalline grit, cemented together by a
brown, terrene, ferruginous matter; will not cut without difficulty, nor easily
strike fire with steel. Being often found in broad flat pieces, it makes good
pavement for paths about houses, never becoming slippery in frost or rain; is
excellent for dry walls, and is sometimes used in buildings. In many parts of
that waste it lies scattered on the surface of the ground; but is dug on
Weaver’s-down, a vast hill on the eastern verge of that forest, where the
pits are shallow, and the stratum thin. This stone is imperishable.</p>
<p>From a notion of rendering their work the more elegant, and giving it a finish,
masons chip this stone into small fragments about the size of the head of a
large nail; and then stick the pieces into the wet mortar along the joints of
their freestone walls: this embellishment carries an odd appearance, and has
occasioned strangers sometimes to ask us pleasantly, ‘whether we fastened
our walls together with tenpenny nails.’</p>
<h2>Letter V</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Among the singularities of this place the two rocky hollow lanes, the one to
Alton, and the other to the forest, deserve our attention. These roads, running
through the malm lands, are, by the traffic of ages, and the fretting of
water, worn down through the first stratum of our freestone, and partly through
the second; so that they look more like water-courses than roads; and are
bedded with naked rag for furlongs together. In many places they are reduced
sixteen or eighteen feet beneath the level of the fields; and after floods, and
in frosts, exhibit very grotesque and wild appearances, from the tangled roots
that are twisted among the strata, and from the torrents rushing down their
broken sides; and especially when those cascades are frozen into icicles,
hanging in all the fanciful shapes of frost-work. These rugged gloomy scenes
affright the ladies when they peep down into them from the paths above, and
make timid horsemen shudder while they ride along them; but delight the
naturalist with their various botany, and particularly with their curious
filices with which they abound.</p>
<p>The manor of Selborne, was it strictly looked after, with its kindly aspects,
and all its sloping coverts, would swarm with game; even now hares, partridges,
and pheasants abound; and in old days woodcocks were as plentiful. There are
few quails, because they more affect open fields than enclosures; after harvest
some few landrails are seen.</p>
<p>The parish of Selborne, by taking in so much of the forest, is a vast district.
Those who tread the bounds are employed part of three days in the business, and
are of opinion that the outline, in all its curves and indentings, does not
comprise less than thirty miles.</p>
<p>The village stands in a sheltered spot, secured by the Hanger from the strong
westerly winds. The air is soft, but rather moist from the effluvia of so many
trees; yet perfectly healthy and free from agues.</p>
<p>The quantity of rain that falls on it is very considerable, as may be supposed
in so woody and mountainous a district. As my experience in measuring the water
is but of short date, I am not qualified to give the mean quantity.* I only know that:</p>
<table summary="" >
<tr>
<td></td><td>Inch. </td><td>Hund.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>From May 1, 1779, to the end of the year, there fell</td><td>28</td><td>37!</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>From Jan. 1, 1780, to Jan. 1, 1781, there fell </td><td>27</td><td>32</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>From Jan. 1, 1781, to Jan. 1, 1782, there fell</td><td>30</td><td>71</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>From Jan. 1, 1782, to Jan. 1, 1783, there fell</td><td>50</td><td>26!</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>From Jan. 1, 1783, to Jan. 1, 1784, there fell</td><td>33</td><td>71</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>From Jan. 1, 1784, to Jan. 1, 1785, there fell </td><td>33</td><td>80</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>From Jan. 1, 1785, to Jan. 1, 1786, there fell</td><td>31</td><td>55</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>From Jan. 1, 1786, to Jan. 1, 1787, there fell</td><td>39</td><td>57</td>
</tr>
</table>
<p class="footnote">
* A very intelligent gentleman assures me (and he speaks from upwards of forty
years’ experience) that the mean rain of any plate cannot be ascertained
till a person has measured it for a very long period. ‘If I had only
measured the rain,’ says he, ‘for the four first years from 1740 to
1743, I should have said the mean rain at Lyndon was 16 and a half inches for
the year, if from 1740 to 1750, 18 and a half inches. The mean rain before 1763
was 20 and a quarter, from 1763 and since, 25 and a half; from 1770 to 1780,
26. If only 1773, 1774 and 1775 had been measured, Lyndon mean rain would have
been called 32 inches.’</p>
<p class="p2">
The village of Selborne, and large hamlet of Oak-hanger, with the single farms,
and many scattered houses along the verge of the forest, contain upwards of six
hundred and seventy inhabitants.* We abound with poor; many of whom are sober
and industrious, and live comfortably in good stone or brick cottages, which
are glazed, and have chambers above stairs: mud buildings we have none. Besides
the employment from husbandry the men work in hop gardens, of which we have
many; and fell and bark timber. In the spring and summer the women weed the
corn; and enjoy a second harvest in September by hop-picking. Formerly, in the
dead months they availed themselves greatly by spinning wool, for making of
barragons, a genteel corded stuff, much in vogue at that time for summer wear;
and chiefly manufactured at Alton, a neighbouring town, by some of the people
called Quakers: but from circumstances this trade is at an end.** The
inhabitants enjoy a good share of health and longevity: and the parish swarms
with children.</p>
<p class="center">
* A state of the parish of Selborne, taken October 4, 1783.</p>
<p class="letter">
The number of tenements or families, 136.<br/>
The number of inhabitants in the street is … 313<br/>
In the rest of the parish … 363<br/>
Total, 676; near five inhabitants to each tenement.<br/>
In the time of the Rev. Gilbert White, vicar, who died in 1727–8, the number of
inhabitants was computed at about 500.)</p>
<p class="center">
Average of baptisms for 60 years.</p>
<p>From 1720 to 1729, both years inclusive Males 6,9 Females<br/>
6,0 12,9<br/>
From 1730 to 1739, both years inclusive Males 8,2 Females<br/>
7,1 15,3<br/>
From 1740 to 1749, inclusive Males 9,2 Females 6,6 15,8<br/>
From 1750 to 1759, inclusive Males 7,6 Females 8,1 15,7<br/>
From 1760 to 1769, inclusive Males 9,1 Females 8,9 18,0<br/>
From 1770 to 1779, inclusive Males 10,5 Females 9,8 20<br/>
3</p>
<p>Total baptisms of Males 515<br/>
Females 465 980<br/>
Total of baptisms from 1720 to 1779, both inclusive, 60 years<br/>
980.</p>
<p class="center">
Average of burials for 60 years.</p>
<p>From 1720 to 1729, both years inclusive Males 4,8 Females<br/>
5,1 9,9<br/>
From 1730 to 1739, both years inclusive Males 4,8 Females<br/>
5,8 10,6<br/>
From 1740 to 1749, inclusive Males 4,6 Females 3,8 8,4<br/>
From 1750 to 1759, inclusive Males 4,9 Females 5,1 10,0<br/>
From 1760 to 1769, inclusive Males 6,9 Females 6,5 13,4<br/>
From 1770 to 1779, inclusive Males 5,5 Females 6,2 11,7</p>
<p>Total of burials of Males 315<br/>
Females 325 640</p>
<p>Total of burials from 1720 to 1779 both inclusive, 60 years 640.</p>
<p>Baptisms exceed burials by more them one-third.</p>
<p>Baptisms of Males exceed Females by one-tenth, or one in ten.</p>
<p>Burials of Females exceed Males by one in thirty.</p>
<p>It appears that a child, born and bred in this parish, has an equal chance to
live above forty years.</p>
<p>Twins thirteen times, many of whom dying young have lessened the chance for
life.</p>
<p>Chances for life in men and women appear to be equal.</p>
<hr />
<p>A TABLE of the Baptisms, Burials, and Marriages, from January 2, 1761, to
December 25, 1780, in the Parish of Selborne.</p>
<p>Baptisms.</p>
<p>1761 Males 8 Females 10 Total 18 1762 7 8 15
1763 8 10 18 1764 11 9 20 1765 12 6 18 1766
9 13 22 1767 14 5 19 1768 7 6 13 1769 9
14 23 1770 10 13 23 1771 10 6 16 1772 11
10 21 1773 8 5 13 1774 6 13 19 1775 20 7
27 1776 11 10 21 1777 8 13 21 1778 7 13
20 1779 14 8 22 1780 8 9 17 198 188 386</p>
<p>Burials.</p>
<p>1761 Males 2 Females 4 Total 6 1762 10 10 20
1763 3 4 7 1764 10 8 18 1765 9 7 16 1766
10 6 16 1767 6 5 11 1768 2 5 7 1769 6
5 11 1770 4 7 11 1771 3 4 7 1772 6 10
16 1773 7 5 12 1774 2 8 10 1775 13 8 21
1776 4 6 10 1777 7 2 9 1778 3 9 12 1779
5 6 11 1780 11 4 15 123 123 246</p>
<p>Marriages.</p>
<p>1761 3 1762 6 1763 7 1764 6 1765 6 1766 4 1767 2
1768 6 1769 2 1770 3 1771 4 1772 3 1773 3 1774 1
1775 6 1776 6 1777 4 1778 5 1779 0 1780 3 83</p>
<p>During this period of twenty years the births of Males exceeded those of
Females 10.</p>
<p>The burials of each sex were equal.</p>
<p>And the births exceeded the deaths 140.</p>
<p class="footnote">
** Since the passage above was written, I am happy in being able to say that
the spinning employment is a little revived, to the no small comfort of the
industrious housewife.</p>
<h2>Letter VI</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Should I omit to describe with some exactness the forest of Wolmer, of which
three-fifths perhaps lie in this parish, my account of Selborne would be very
imperfect, as it is a district abounding with many curious productions, both
animal and vegetable; and has often afforded me much entertainment both as a
sportsman and as a naturalist.</p>
<p>The royal forest of Wolmer is a tract of land of about seven miles in length,
by two and a half in breadth, running nearly from north to south, and is
abutted on, to begin to the south, and so to proceed eastward, by the parishes
of Greatham, Lysse, Rogate, and Trotton, in the county of Sussex; by Bramshot,
Hedleigh, and Kingsley. This royalty consists entirely of sand covered with
heath and fern; but is somewhat diversified with hills and dales, without
having one standing tree in the whole extent. In the bottoms, where the waters
stagnate, are many bogs, which formerly abounded with subterraneous trees;
though Dr. Plot says positively,* that ‘there never were any fallen trees
hidden in the mosses of the southern counties.’ But he was mistaken: for
I myself have seen cottages on the verge of this wild district, whose timbers
consisted of a black hard wood, looking like oak, which the owners assured me
they procured from the bogs by probing the soil with spits, or some such
instruments: but the peat is so much cut out, and the moors have been so well
examined, that none has been found of late.** Besides the oak, I have also been
shown pieces of fossil-wood of a paler colour, and softer nature, which the
inhabitants called fir: but, upon a nice examination, and trial by fire, I
could discover nothing resinous in them; and therefore rather suppose that they
were parts of a willow or alder, or some such aquatic tree.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See his Hist. of Staffordshire.</p>
<p class="footnote">
** Old people have assured me, that on a winter’s morning they have
discovered these trees in the bogs, by the hoar frost, which lay longer over
the space where they were concealed, than on the surrounding morass. Nor does
this seem to be a fanciful notion, but consistent with true philosophy. Dr.
Hales saith, ‘That the warmth of the earth, at some depth under ground,
has an influence in promoting a thaw, as well as the change of the weather from
a freezing to a thawing state, is manifest, from this observation, viz. Nov.
29, 1731, a little snow having fallen in the night, it was, by eleven the next
morning, mostly melted away on the surface of the earth, except in several
places in Bushy Park, where there were drains dug and covered with earth, on
which the snow continued to lie, whether those drains were full of water or
dry; as also where elm-pipes lay under ground: a plain proof this, that those
drains intercepted the warmth of the earth from ascending from greater depths
below them: for the snow lay where the drain had more than four feet depth of
earth over it. It continued also to lie on thatch, tiles, and the tops of
walls.’ See Hales’s Haemastatics, p. 360. Quaere.— Might not
such observations be reduced to domestic use, by promoting the discovery of old
obliterated drains and wells about houses; and in Roman stations and camps lead
to the finding of pavements, baths and graves, and other hidden relics of
curious antiquity?</p>
<p>This lonely domain is a very agreeable haunt for many sorts of wild fowls,
which not only frequent it in the winter, but breed there in the summer; such
as lapwings, snipes, wild-ducks, and, as I have discovered within these few
years, teals. Partridges in vast plenty are bred in good seasons on the verge
of this forest, into which they love to make excursions: and in particular, in
the dry summer of 1740 and 1741, and some years after, they swarmed to such a
degree, that parties of unreasonable sportsmen killed twenty and sometimes
thirty brace in a day.</p>
<p>But there was a nobler species of game in this forest, now extinct, which I
have heard old people say abounded much before shooting flying became so
common, and that was the heath-cock, black-game, or grouse. When I was a
little boy I recollect one coming now and then to my father’s table. The
last pack remembered was killed about thirty-five years ago; and within these
ten years one solitary greyhen was sprung by some beagles in beating for a
hare. The sportsmen cried out, ‘A hen pheasant’; but a gentleman
present, who had often seen grouse in the north of England, assured me that it
was a greyhen.</p>
<p>Nor does the loss of our black game prove the only gap in the Fauna
Selborniensis; for another beautiful link in the chain of beings is wanting, I
mean the red deer, which toward the beginning of this century amounted to about
five hundred head, and made a stately appearance. There is an old keeper, now
alive, named Adams, whose great-grandfather (mentioned in a perambulation taken
in 1635), grandfather, father, and self, enjoyed the head keepership of
Wolmer-forest in succession for more than an hundred years. This person assures
me, that his father has often told him, that Queen Anne, as she was journeying
on the Portsmouth road, did not think the forest of Wolmer beneath her royal
regard. For she came out of the great road at Lippock, which is just by, and
reposing herself on a bank smoothed for that purpose, lying about half a mile
to the east of Wolmer-pond, and still called Queen’s-bank, saw with great
complacency and satisfaction the whole herd of red deer brought by the keepers
along the vale before her, consisting then of about five hundred head. A sight
this, worthy the attention of the greatest sovereign! But he further adds that,
by means of the Waltham blacks, or, to use his own expression, as soon as they
began blacking, they were reduced to about fifty head, and so continued
decreasing till the time of the late Duke of Cumberland. It is now more than
thirty years ago that his highness sent down an huntsman, and six
yeoman-prickers, in scarlet jackets laced with gold, attended by the
stag-hounds; ordering them to take every deer in this forest alive, and convey
them in carts to Windsor. In the course of the summer they caught every stag,
some of which showed extraordinary diversion; but, in the following winter,
when the hinds were also carried off, such fine chases were exhibited as served
the country people for matter of talk and wonder for years afterwards. I saw
myself one of the yeoman-prickers single out a stag from the herd, and must
confess that it was the most curious feat of activity I ever beheld, superior
to anything in Mr. Astley’s riding-school. The exertions made by the
horse and deer much exceeded all my expectations; though the former greatly
excelled the latter in speed. When the devoted deer was separated from his
companions, they gave him, by their watches, law, as they called it, for twenty
minutes; when, sounding their horns, the stop-dogs were permitted to pursue,
and a most gallant scene ensued.</p>
<h2>Letter VII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Though large herds of deer do much harm to the neighbourhood, yet the injury to
the morals of the people is of more moment than the loss of their crops. The
temptation is irresistible; for most men are sportsmen by constitution: and
there is such an inherent spirit for hunting in human nature, as scarce any
inhibitions can restrain. Hence, towards the beginning of this century, all
this country was wild about deer-stealing. Unless he was a hunter, as they
affected to call themselves, no young person was allowed to be possessed of
manhood or gallantry. The Waltham blacks at length committed such enormities,
that government was forced to interfere with that severe and sanguinary act
called the Black Act,* which now comprehends more felonies than any law that
ever was framed before. And, therefore, a late bishop of Winchester, when urged
to re-stock Waltham-chase,** refused, from a motive worthy of a prelate,
replying that ‘it had done mischief enough already.’</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Statute 9 Geo. I. c. 22.</p>
<p class="footnote">
** This chase remains unstocked to this day; the bishop was Dr. Hoadly.</p>
<p>Our old race of deer-stealers are hardly extinct yet: it was but a little while
ago that, over their ale, they used to recount the exploits of their youth;
such as watching the pregnant hind to her lair, and, when the calf was dropped,
paring its feet with a penknife to the quick to prevent its escape, till it was
large and fat enough to be killed; the shooting at one of their neighbours with
a bullet in a turnip-field by moonshine, mistaking him for a deer; and the
losing a dog in the following extraordinary manner: Some fellows, suspecting
that a calf new-fallen was deposited in a certain spot of thick fern, went,
with a lurcher, to surprise it; when the parent hind rushed out of the brake,
and, taking a vast spring with all her feet close together, pitched upon the
neck of the dog, and broke it short in two.</p>
<p>Another temptation to idleness and sporting was a number of rabbits, which
possessed all the hillocks and dry places: but these being inconvenient to the
huntsmen, on account of their burrows, when they came to take away the deer,
they permitted the country people to destroy them all.</p>
<p>Such forests and wastes, when their allurements to irregularities are removed,
are of considerable service to neighbourhoods that verge upon them, by
furnishing them with peat and turf for their firing; with fuel for the burning
their lime; and with ashes for their grasses; and by maintaining their geese
and their stock of young cattle at little or no expense.</p>
<p>The manor farm of the parish of Greatham has an admitted claim, I see (by an
old record taken from the Tower of London), of turning all live stock on the
forest at proper seasons, bidentibus exceptis.* The reason, I presume, why
sheep** are excluded, is, because, being such close grazers, they would pick
out all the finest grasses, and hinder the deer from thriving.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* For the privilege the owner of that estate used to pay to the king annually
seven bushels of oats.</p>
<p class="footnote">
** In the Holt, where a full stock of fallow-deer has been kept up till lately,
no sheep are admitted to this day.</p>
<p>Though (by statute 4 and 5 W. and Mary, c. 23) ‘to burn on any waste,
between Candlemas and Midsummer, any grig, ling, heath and furze, goss or fern,
is punishable with whipping and confinement in the house of correction’;
yet, in this forest, about March or April, according to the dryness of the
season, such vast heath-fires are lighted up, that they often get to a
masterless head, and, catching the hedges, have sometimes been communicated to
the underwoods, woods, and coppices, where great damage has ensued. The plea
for these burnings is, that, when the old coat of heath, etc., is consumed,
young will sprout up, and afford much tender browse for cattle; but, where
there is large old furze, the fire, following the roots, consumes the very
ground; so that for hundreds of acres nothing is to be seen but smother and
desolation, the whole circuit round looking like the cinders of a volcano; and
the soil being quite exhausted, no traces of vegetation are to be found for
years. These conflagrations, as they take place usually with a north-east or
east wind, much annoy this village with their smoke, and often alarm the
country; and, once in particular, I remember that a gentleman, who lives beyond
Andover, coming to my house, when he got on the downs between that town and
Winchester, at twenty-five miles distance, was surprised much with smoke and a
hot smell of fire; and concluded that Alresford was in flames; but, when he
came to that town, he then had apprehensions for the next village, and so on to
the end of his journey.</p>
<p>On two of the most conspicuous eminences of this forest, stand two arbours or
bowers, made of the boughs of oaks; the one called Waldon-lodge, the other
Brimstone-lodge: these the keepers renew annually on the feast of St. Barnabas,
taking the old materials for a perquisite. The farm called Blackmoor, in this
parish, is obliged to find the posts and brush-wood for the former; while the
farms at Greatham, in rotation, furnish for the latter; and are all enjoined to
cut and deliver the materials at the spot. This custom I mention, because I
look upon it to be of very remote antiquity.</p>
<h2>Letter VIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>On the verge of the forest, as it is now circumscribed, are three considerable
lakes, two in Oakhanger, of which I have nothing particular to say; and one
called Bin’s or Bean’s Pond, which is worthy the attention of a
naturalist or a sportsman. For, being crowded at the upper end with willows,
and with the carex cespitosa,* it affords such a safe and pleasing shelter to
wild-ducks, teals, snipes, etc., that they breed there. In the winter this
covert is also frequented by foxes, and sometimes by pheasants; and the bogs
produce many curious plants. [For which consult Letter XLI to Mr. Barrington.]</p>
<p class="footnote">
* I mean that sort which, rising into tall hassocks, is called by the foresters
torrets, a corruption, I suppose, of turrets. Note. In the beginning of the
summer 1787 the royal forests of Wolmer and Holt were measured by persons set
down by government.</p>
<p>By a perambulation of Wolmer-forest and the Holt, made in 1635, and in the
eleventh year of Charles the First (which now lies before me), it appears that
the limits of the former are much circumscribed. For, to say nothing on the
farther side, with which I am not so well acquainted, the bounds on this side,
in old times, came into Binswood; and extended to the ditch of Ward le Ham
park, in which stands the curious mount called King John’s Hill, and
Lodge Hill; and to the verge of Hartley Mauduit, called Mauduit-hatch;
comprehending also Short-heath, Oakhanger, and Oakwoods; a large district, now
private property, though once belonging to the royal domain.</p>
<p>It is remarkable that the term purlieu is never once mentioned in, this long
roll of parchment. It contains, besides the perambulation, a rough estimate of
the value of the timbers, which were considerable, growing at that time in the
district of the Halt; and enumerates the officers, superior and inferior, of
those joint forests, for the time being, and their ostensible fees and
perquisites. In those days, as at present, there were hardly any trees in
Wolmer-forest.</p>
<p>Within the present limits of the forest are three considerable lakes, Hogmer,
Cranmer, and Wolmer; all of which are stocked with carp, tench, eels, and
perch; but the fish do not thrive well, because the water is hungry, and the
bottoms are a naked sand.</p>
<p>A circumstance respecting these ponds, though by no means peculiar to them, I
cannot pass over in silence; and that is, that instinct by which in summer all
the kine, whether oxen, cows, calves, or heifers, retire constantly to the
water during the hotter hours; where, being more exempt from flies, and
inhaling the coolness of that element, some belly deep, and some only to
mid-leg, they ruminate and solace themselves from about ten in the morning till
four in the afternoon, and then return to their feeding. During this great
proportion of the day they drop much dung, in which insects nestle; and so
supply food for the fish, which would be poorly subsisted but from this
contingency. Thus nature, who is a great economist, converts the recreation of
one animal to the support of another! Thomson, who was a nice observer of
natural occurrences, did not let this pleasing circumstance escape him. He
says, in his Summer:</p>
<p class="poem">
A various group the herds and flocks compose:<br/>
… on the grassy bank<br/>
Some ruminating lie; while others stand<br/>
Half in the flood, and, often bending, sip<br/>
The circling surface.</p>
<p>Wolmer-Pond, so called, I suppose, for eminence sake, is a vast lake for this
part of the world, containing, in its whole circumference, 2,646 yards, or very
near a mile and a half. The length of the north-west and opposite side is about
704 yards, and the breadth of the south-west end about 456 yards. This
measurement, which I caused to be made with good exactness, gives an area of
about sixty-six acres, exclusive of a large irregular arm at the north-east
corner, which we did not take into the reckoning.</p>
<p>On the face of this expanse of waters, and perfectly secure from fowlers, lie
all day long, in the winter season, vast flocks of ducks, teals, and widgeons,
of various denominations; where they preen and solace, and rest themselves,
till towards sunset, when they issue forth in little parties (for in their
natural state they are all birds of the night) to feed in the brooks and
meadows; returning again with the dawn of the morning. Had this lake an arm or
two more, and were it planted round with thick covert (for now it is perfectly
naked), it might make a valuable decoy.</p>
<p>Yet neither its extent, nor the clearness of its water, nor the resort of
various and curious fowls, nor its picturesque groups of cattle, can render
this meer so remarkable as the great quantity of coins that were found in its
bed about forty years ago. But, as such discoveries more properly belong to the
antiquities of this place, I shall suppress all particulars for the present,
till I enter professedly on my series of letters respecting the more remote
history of this village and district.</p>
<h2>Letter IX</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>By way of supplement, I shall trouble you once more on this subject, to inform
you that Wolmer, with her sister forest Ayles Holt, alias Alice Holt,* as it is
called in old records, is held by grant from the crown for a term of years.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* In ‘Rot. Inquisit. de statu forest. in Scaccar.,’ 36, Ed. 3, it
is called Aisholt. In the same, ‘Tit. Woolmer and Aisholt Hantisc.
Dominus Rex habet unam capellam in haia sua de Kingesle.’ ‘Haia,
sepes, sepimentum, parcus: a Gall. haie and haye.’—Spelman’s
Glossary.</p>
<p>The grantees that the author remembers are Brigadier-General Emanuel Scroope
Howe, and his lady, Ruperta, who was a natural daughter of Prince Rupert by
Margaret Hughs; a Mr. Mordaunt, of the Peterborough family, who married a
dowager Lady Pembroke; Henry Bilson Legge and lady; and now Lord Stawel, their
son.</p>
<p>The lady of General Howe lived to an advanced age, long surviving her husband;
and, at her death, left behind her many curious pieces of mechanism of her
father’s constructing, who was a distinguished mechanic and artist,** as
well as warrior; and, among the rest, a very complicated clock, lately in
possession of Mr. Elmer, the celebrated game-painter at Farnham, in the county
of Surrey.</p>
<p class="footnote">
** This prince was the inventor of mezzotinto.</p>
<p>Though these two forests are only parted by a narrow range of enclosures, yet
no two soils can be more different: for the Holt consists of a strong loam, of
a miry nature, carrying a good turf, and abounding with oaks that grow to be
large timber; while Wolmer is nothing but a hungry, sandy, barren waste.</p>
<p>The former, being all in the parish of Binsted, is about two miles in extent
from north to south, and near as much from east to west, and contains within it
many woodlands and lawns, and the great lodge where the grantees reside; and a
smaller lodge, called Goose-green; and is abutted on by the parishes of
Kingsley, Frinsham, Farnham, and Bentley; all of which have right of common.</p>
<p>One thing is remarkable; that, though the Holt has been of old well-stocked
with fallow-deer, unrestrained by any pales or fences more than a common hedge,
yet they were never seen within the limits of Wolmer; nor were the red deer of
Wolmer ever known to haunt the thickets or glades of the Holt.</p>
<p>At present the deer of the Holt are much thinned and reduced by the
night-hunters, who perpetually harass them in spite of the efforts of numerous
keepers, and the severe penalties that have been put in force against them as
often as they have been detected, and rendered liable to the lash of the law.
Neither fines nor imprisonment can deter them: so impossible is it to
extinguish the spirit of sporting, which seems to be inherent in human nature.</p>
<p>General Howe turned out some German wild boars and sows in his forests, to the
great terror of the neighbourhood; and, at one time, a wild bull or buffalo:
but the country rose upon them and destroyed them.</p>
<p>A very large fall of timber, consisting of about one thousand oaks, has been
cut this spring (viz., 1784) in the Holt forest; one-fifth of which, it is
said, belongs to the grantee, Lord Stawel. He lays claim also to the lop and
top: but the poor of the parishes of Binsted and Frinsham, Bentley and
Kingsley, assert that it belongs to them; and, assembling in a riotous manner,
have actually taken it all away. One man, who keeps a team, has carried home,
for his share, forty stacks of wood. Forty-five of these people his lordship
has served with actions. These trees, which were very sound and in high
perfection, were winter-cut, viz., in February and March, before the bark would
run. In old times the Holt was estimated to be eighteen miles, computed
measure, from water-carriage, viz., from the town of Chertsey, on the Thames;
but now it is not half that distance, since the Wey is made navigable up to the
town of Godalming in the county of Surrey.</p>
<h2>Letter X</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>August 4, 1767.</p>
<p>It has been my misfortune never to have had any neighbours whose studies have
led them towards the pursuit of natural knowledge; so that, for want of a
companion to quicken my industry and sharpen my attention, I have made but
slender progress in a kind of information to which I have been attached from my
childhood.</p>
<p>As to swallows (hirundines rusticae) being found in a torpid state during the
winter in the Isle of Wight, or any part of this country, I never heard any
such account worth attending to. But a clergyman, of an inquisitive turn,
assures me that, when he was a great boy, some workmen, in pulling down the
battlements of a church tower early in the spring, found two or three swifts
(hirundines apodes) among the rubbish, which were, at first appearance, dead,
but, on being carried toward the fire, revived. He told me that, out of his
great care to preserve them, he put them in a paper bag, and hung them by the
kitchen fire, where they were suffocated.</p>
<p>Another intelligent person has informed me that, while he was a schoolboy at
Brighthelmstone, in Sussex, a great fragment of the chalk cliff fell down one
stormy winter on the beach; and that many people found swallows among the
rubbish; but, on my questioning him whether he saw any of those birds himself,
to my no small disappointment, he answered me in the negative; but that others
assured him they did.</p>
<p>Young broods of swallows began to appear this year on July the eleventh, and
young martins (hirundines urbicae) were then fledged in their nests. Both
species will breed again once. For I see by my Fauna of last year, that young
broods come forth so late as September the eighteenth. Are not these late
hatchings more in favour of hiding than migration? Nay, some young martins
remained in their nests last year so late as September the twenty-ninth; and
yet they totally disappeared with us by the fifth of October.</p>
<p>How strange is it that the swift, which seems to live exactly the same life
with the swallow and house-martin, should leave us before the middle of August
invariably! while the latter stay often till the middle of October; and once I
saw numbers of house-martins on the seventh of November. The martins and
red-wing fieldfares were flying in sight together; an uncommon assemblage of
summer and winter birds.</p>
<p>A little bird (it is either a species of the alauda trivialis, or rather
perhaps of the motacilla trochilus) still continues to make a sibilous
shivering noise in the tops of tall woods. The stoparola of Ray (for which we
have as yet no name in these parts) is called, in your Zoology, the
fly-catcher. There is one circumstance characteristic of this bird, which seems
to have escaped observation, and that is, that it takes its stand on the top of
some stake or post, from whence it springs forth on its prey, catching a fly in
the air, and hardly ever touching the ground, but returning still to the same
stand for many times together.</p>
<p>I perceive there are more than one species of the motacilla trochilus: Mr.
Derham supposes, in Ray’s Philos. Letters, that he has discovered three.
In these there is again an instance of some very common birds that have as yet
no English name.</p>
<p>Mr. Stillingfleet makes a question whether the black-cap (motacilla
atricapilla) be a bird of passage or not: I think there is no doubt of it: for,
in April, in the very first fine weather, they come trooping, all at once, into
these parts, but are never seen in the winter. They are delicate songsters.</p>
<p>Numbers of snipes breed every summer in some moory ground on the verge of this
parish. It is very amusing to see the cock bird on wing at that time, and to
hear his piping and humming notes.</p>
<p>I have had no opportunity yet of procuring any of those mice which I mentioned
to you in town. The person that brought me the last says they are plenty in
harvest, at which time I will take care to get more; and will endeavour to put
the matter out of doubt, whether it be a nondescript species or not.</p>
<p>I suspect much there may be two species of water-rats. Ray says, and Linnaeus
after him, that the water-rat is web-footed behind. Now I have discovered a rat
on the banks of our little stream that is not web-footed, and yet is an
excellent swimmer and diver: it answers exactly to the mus amphibius of
Linnaeus (see Syst. Nat.), which he says ‘natat in fossis et
urinator.’ I should be glad to procure one ‘plantis
palmatis.’ Linnaeus seems to be in a puzzle about his mus amphibius, and
to doubt whether it differs from his mus terrestris; which if it be, as he
allows, the ‘mus agrestis capite grandi brachyuros’ of Ray, is
widely different from the water-rat, both in size, make, and manner of life.</p>
<p>As to the falco, which I mentioned in town, I shall take the liberty to send it
down to you into Wales; presuming on your candour, that you will excuse me if
it should appear as familiar to you as it is strange to me. Though mutilated
‘qualem dices.. . antehac fuisse, tales cum sint religuiae!’</p>
<p>It haunted a marshy piece of ground in quest of wild-ducks and snipes: but,
when it was shot, had just knocked down a rook, which it was tearing in pieces.
I cannot make it answer to any of our English hawks; neither could I find any
like it at the curious exhibition of stuffed birds in Spring-gardens. I found
it nailed up at the end of a barn, which is the countryman’s museum.</p>
<p>The parish I live in is a very abrupt, uneven country, full of hills and woods,
and therefore full of birds.</p>
<h2>Letter XI</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, September 9, 1767.</p>
<p>It will not be without impatience, that I shall wait for your thoughts with
regard to the falco; as to its weight, breadth, etc., I wish I had set them
down at the time; but, to the best of my remembrance, it weighed two pounds and
eight ounces, and measured, from wing to wing, thirty-eight inches. Its cere
and feet were yellow, and the circle of its eyelids bright yellow. As it had
been killed some days, and the eyes were sunk, I could make no good observation
on the colour of the pupils and the irides.</p>
<p>The most unusual birds I ever observed in these parts were a pair of hoopoes
(upupa) which came several years ago in the summer, and frequented an
ornamented piece of ground, which joins to my garden, for some weeks. They used
to march about in a stately manner, feeding in the walks, many times in the
day; and seemed disposed to breed in my outlet; but were frightened and
persecuted by idle boys, who would never let them be at rest.</p>
<p>Three gross-beaks (loxia coccothraustes) appeared some years ago in my fields,
in the winter; one of which I shot: since that, now and then one is
occasionally seen in the same dead season.</p>
<p>A cross-bill (loxia curvirostra) was killed last year in this neighbourhood.</p>
<p>Our streams, which are small, and rise only at the end of the village, yield
nothing but the bull’s head or miller’s thumb (gobius fluviatilis
capitatus), the trout (trutta fluviatilis), the eel (anguilla), the lampern
(lampaetra parka et fluviatilis), and the stickle-back (pisciculus aculeatus).</p>
<p>We are twenty miles from the sea, and almost as many from a great river, and
therefore see but little of sea-birds. As to wild fowls, we have a few teams of
ducks bred in the moors where the snipes breed; and multitudes of widgeons and
teals in hard weather frequent our lakes in the forest.</p>
<p>Having some acquaintance with a tame brown owl, I find that it casts up the fur
of mice, and the feathers of birds in pellets, after the manner of hawks: when
full, like a dog, it hides what it cannot eat.</p>
<p>The young of the barn-owl are not easily raised, as they want a constant supply
of fresh mice: whereas the young of the brown owl will eat indiscriminately all
that is brought; snails, rats, kittens, puppies, magpies, and any kind of
carrion or offal.</p>
<p>The house-martins have eggs still, and squab young. The last swift I observed
was about the twenty-first of August; it was a straggler.</p>
<p>Red-starts, fly-catchers, white-throats, and reguli non cristati, still appear;
but I have seen no black-caps lately.</p>
<p>I forgot to mention that I once saw, in Christ Church College quadrangle in
Oxford, on a very sunny warm morning, a house-martin flying about, and
settling on the parapet, so late as the twentieth of November.</p>
<p>At present I know only two species of bats, the common vespertilio murinus and
the vespertilio auritus.</p>
<p>I was much entertained last summer with a tame bat, which would take flies out
of a person’s hand. If you gave it anything to eat, it brought its wings
round before the mouth, hovering and hiding its head in the manner of birds of
prey when they feed. The adroitness it showed in shearing off the wings of the
flies, which were always rejected, was worthy of observation, and pleased me
much. Insects seem to be most acceptable, though it did not refuse raw flesh
when offered: so that the notion that bats go down chimneys and gnaw
men’s bacon, seems no improbable story. While I amused myself with this
wonderful quadruped, I saw it several times confute the vulgar opinion, that
bats when down on a flat surface cannot get on the wing again, by rising with
great ease from the floor. It ran, I observed, with more dispatch than I was
aware of; but in a most ridiculous and grotesque manner.</p>
<p>Bats drink on the wing, like swallows, by sipping the surface, as they play
over pools and streams. They love to frequent waters, not only for the sake of
drinking, but on account of insects, which are found over them in the greatest
plenty. As I was going, some years ago, pretty late, in a boat from Richmond to
Sunbury, on a warm summer’s evening, I think I saw myriads of bats
between the two places: the air swarmed with them all along the Thames, so that
hundreds were in sight at a time.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>November 4, 1767.</p>
<p>Sir,</p>
<p>It gave me no small satisfaction to hear that the falco* turned out an uncommon
one. I must confess I should have been better pleased to have heard that I had
sent you a bird that you had never seen before; but that, I find, would be a
difficult task.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* This hawk proved to be the falco peregrinus; a variety.</p>
<p>I have procured some of the mice mentioned in my former letters, a young one
and a female with young, both of which I have preserved in brandy. From the
colour, shape, size, and manner of nesting, I make no doubt but that the
species is nondescript. They are much smaller and more slender than the mus
domesticus medius of Ray; and have more of the squirrel or dormouse colour:
their belly is white, a straight line along their sides divides the shades of
their back and belly. They never enter into houses; are carried into ricks and
barns with the sheaves; abound in harvest, and build their nests amidst the
straws of the corn above the ground, and sometimes in thistles. They breed as
many as eight at a litter, in a little round nest composed of the blades of
grass or wheat.</p>
<p>One of these nests I procured this autumn, most artificially platted, and
composed of the blades of wheat; perfectly round, and about the size of a
cricket-ball; with the aperture so ingeniously closed, that there was no
discovering to what part it belonged. It was so compact and well filled, that
it would roll across the table without being discomposed, though it contained
eight little mice that were naked and blind. As this nest was perfectly full,
how could the dam come at her litter respectively so as to administer a teat to
each? perhaps she opens different places for that purpose, adjusting them again
when the business is over: but she could not possibly be contained herself in
the ball with her young, which moreover would be daily increasing in bulk. This
wonderful procreant cradle, an elegant instance of the efforts of instinct, was
found in a wheat-field, suspended in the head of a thistle.</p>
<p>A gentleman, curious in birds, wrote me word that his servant had shot one last
January, in that severe weather, which he believed would puzzle me. I called to
see it this summer, not knowing what to expect: but, the moment I took it in
hand, I pronounced it the male garrulus bohemicus or German silk-tail, from the
five peculiar crimson tags or points which it carries at the end of five of the
short remiges. It cannot, I suppose, with any propriety, be called an English
bird: and yet I see, by Ray’s Philosoph. Letters, that great flocks of
them, feeding upon haws, appeared in this kingdom in the winter of 1685.</p>
<p>The mention of haws put me in mind that there is a total failure of that wild
fruit, so conducive to the support of many of the winged nation. For the same
severe weather, late in the spring, which cut off all the produce of the more
tender and curious trees, destroyed also that of the more hardy and common.</p>
<p>Some birds, haunting with the missal-thrushes, and feeding on the berries of
the yew-tree, which answered to the description of the merula torquata, or
ring-ousel, were lately seen in this neighbourhood. I employed some people to
procure me a specimen, but without success. See Letter XX.</p>
<p>Query…..Might not canary birds be naturalized to this climate, provided their
eggs were put in the spring, into the nests of some of their congeners, as
goldfinches, greenfinches, etc. ? Before winter perhaps they might be hardened,
and able to shift for themselves.</p>
<p>About ten years ago I used to spend some weeks yearly at Sunbury, which is one
of those pleasant villages lying on the Thames, near Hampton-court. In the
autumn, I could not help being much amused with those myriads of the swallow
kind which assemble in those parts. But what struck me most was, that, from the
time they began to congregate, forsaking the chimneys and houses, they roosted
every night in the osier-beds of the aits of that river. Now this resorting
towards that element, at that season of the year, seems to give some
countenance to the northern opinion (strange as it is) of their retiring under
water. A Swedish naturalist is so much persuaded of that fact, that he talks,
in his calendar of Flora, as familiarly of the swallows going under water in
the beginning of September, as he would of his poultry going to roost a little
before sunset.</p>
<p>An observing gentleman in London writes me word that he saw a house-martin, on
the twenty-third of last October, flying in and out of its nest in the Borough.
And I myself, on the twenty-ninth of last October (as I was travelling through
Oxford), saw four or five swallows hovering round and settling on the roof of
the county-hospital.</p>
<p>Now is it likely that these poor little birds (which perhaps had not been
hatched but a few weeks) should, at that late season of the year, and from so
midland a county, attempt a voyage to Goree or Senegal, almost as far as the
equator?*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See Adamson’s Voyage to Senegal.</p>
<p>I acquiesce entirely in your opinion—that, though most of the swallow
kind may migrate, yet that some do stay behind and hide with us during the
winter.</p>
<p>As to the short-winged soft-billed birds, which come trooping in such numbers
in the spring, I am at a loss even what to suspect about them. I watched them
narrowly this year, and saw them abound till about Michaelmas, when they
appeared no longer. Subsist they cannot openly among us, and yet elude the eyes
of the inquisitive: and, as to their hiding, no man pretends to have found any
of them in a torpid state in the winter. But with regard to their migration,
what difficulties attend that supposition! that such feeble bad fliers (who the
summer long never flit but from hedge to hedge) should be able to traverse vast
seas and continents in order to enjoy milder seasons amidst the regions of
Africa!</p>
<h2>Letter XIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Jan. 22, 1768.</p>
<p>Sir,</p>
<p>As in one of your former letters you expressed the more satisfaction from my
correspondence on account of my living in the most southerly county; so now I
may return the compliment, and expect to have my curiosity gratified by your
living much more to the north.</p>
<p>For many years past I have observed that towards Christmas vast flocks of
chaffinches have appeared in the fields; many more, I used to think, than could
be hatched in any one neighbourhood. But, when I came to observe them more
narrowly, I was amazed to find that they seemed to be almost all hens. I
communicated my suspicions to some intelligent neighbours, who, after taking
pains about the matter, declared that they also thought them all mostly
females; at least fifty to one. This extraordinary occurrence brought to my
mind the remark of Linnaeus; that ‘before winter, all their hen
chaffinches migrate through Holland into Italy.’ Now I want to know, from
some curious person in the north, whether there are any large flocks of these
finches with them in the winter, and of which sex they mostly consist? For,
from such intelligence, one might be able to judge whether our female flocks
migrate from the other end of the island, or whether they come over to us from
the continent.</p>
<p>We have, in the winter, vast flocks of the common linnets; more, I think, than
can be bred in any one district. These, I observe, when the spring advances,
assemble on some tree in the sunshine, and join all in a gentle sort of
chirping, as if they were about to break up their winter quarters and betake
themselves to their proper summer homes. It is well known, at least, that the
swallows and the fieldfares do congregate with a gentle twittering before they
make their respective departure.</p>
<p>You may depend on it that the bunting, emberiza miliaria, does not leave this
country in the winter. In January 1767 I saw several dozen of them, in the
midst of a severe frost, among the bushes on the downs near Andover: in our
woodland enclosed district it is a rare bird.</p>
<p>Wagtails, both white and yellow, are with us all the winter. Quails crowd to
our southern coast, and are often killed in numbers by people that go on
purpose.</p>
<p>Mr. Stillingfleet, in his Tracts, says that ‘if the wheatear (oenanthe)
does not quit England, it certainly shifts places; for about harvest they are
not to be found, where there was before great plenty of them.’ This well
accounts for the vast quantities that are caught about that time on the south
downs near Lewes, where they are esteemed a delicacy. There have been
shepherds, I have been credibly informed, that have made many pounds in a
season by catching them in traps. And though such multitudes are taken, I never
saw (and I am well acquainted with those parts) above two or three at a time:
for they are never gregarious. They may, perhaps, migrate in general; and, for
that purpose, draw towards the coast of Sussex in autumn; but that they do not
all withdraw I am sure; because I see a few stragglers in many counties, at all
times of the year, especially about warrens and stone quarries.</p>
<p>I have no acquaintance, at present, among the gentlemen of the navy: but have
written to a friend, who was a sea-chaplain in the late war, desiring him to
look into his minutes, with respect to birds that settled on their rigging
during their voyage up or down the channel. What Hasselquist says on that
subject is remarkable: there were little short-winged birds frequently coming
on board his ship all the way from our channel quite up to the Levant,
especially before squally weather.</p>
<p>What you suggest, with regard to Spain, is highly probable. The winters of
Andalusia are so mild, that, in all likelihood, the soft-billed birds that
leave us at that season may find insects sufficient to support them there.</p>
<p>Some young man, possessed of fortune, health, and leisure, should make an
autumnal voyage into that kingdom; and should spend a year there, investigating
the natural history of that vast country. Mr. Willughby* passed through that
kingdom on such an errand; but he seems to have skirted along in a superficial
manner and an ill humour, being much disgusted at the rude, dissolute manners
of the people.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See Ray’s Travels, p. 466.</p>
<p>I have no friend left now at Sunbury to apply to about the swallows roosting on
the aits of the Thames: nor can I hear any more about those birds which I
suspected were merulae torquatae.</p>
<p>As to the small mice, I have farther to remark, that though they hang their
nests for breeding up amidst the straws of the standing corn, above the ground;
yet I find that, in the winter, they burrow deep in the earth, and make warm
beds of grass: but their grand rendezvous seems to be in corn-ricks, into which
they are carried at harvest. A neighbour housed an oat-rick lately, under the
thatch of which were assembled near an hundred, most of which were taken; and
some I saw. I measured them; and found that, from nose to tail, they were just
two inches and a quarter, and their tails just two inches long. Two of them in
a scale, weighed down just one copper halfpenny, which is about a third of an
ounce avoirdupois: so that I suppose they are the smallest quadrupeds in this
island. A full-grown mus medius domesticus weighs, I find, one ounce, lumping
weight, which is more than six times as much as the mouse above; and measures
from nose to rump four inches and a quarter, and the same in its tail.</p>
<p>We have had a very severe frost and deep snow this month. My thermometer was
one day fourteen degrees and a half below the freezing point, within doors. The
tender evergreens were injured pretty much. It was very providential that the
air was still, and the ground well covered with snow, else vegetation in
general must have suffered prodigiously. There is reason to believe that some
days were more severe than any since the year 1739-40.</p>
<p>I am, etc., etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XIV</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, March 12, 1768.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>If some curious gentleman would procure the head of a fallow-deer, and have it
dissected, he would find it furnished with two spiracula, or breathing-places,
beside the nostrils; probably analogous to the puncta lachrymalia in the human
head. When the deer are thirsty they plunge their noses, like some horses, very
deep under water, while in the act of drinking, and continue them in that
situation for a considerable time, but, to obviate any inconvenience, they can
open two vents, one at the inner corner of each eye, having a communication
with the nose. Here seems to be an extraordinary provision of nature worthy our
attention; and which has not, that I know of, been noticed by any naturalist.
For it looks as if these creatures would not be suffocated, though both their
mouths and nostrils were stopped. This curious formation of the head may be of
singular service to beasts of chase, by affording them free respiration: and no
doubt these additional nostrils are thrown open when they are hard run.* Mr.
Ray observed that, at Malta, the owners slit up the nostrils of such asses as
were hard worked: for they, being naturally strait or small, did not admit air
sufficient serve them when they travelled or laboured in that hot climate. And
we know that grooms, and gentlemen of the turf, think large nostrils necessary,
and a perfection, in hunters and running horses.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* In answer to this account, Mr. Pennant sent me the following curious and
pertinent reply:—‘I was much surprised to find in the antelope
something analogous to what you mention as so remarkable in deer. This animal
has a long slit beneath each eye, which can be opened and shut at pleasure. On
holding an orange to one, the creature made as much use of those orifices as of
his nostrils, applying them to the fruit, and seeming to smell it through
them.’</p>
<p>Oppian, the Greek poet, by the following line, seems to have had some notion
that stags have four spiracula:</p>
<p class="poem">
Τετράδυμοι ῥινὲς, πίσυρες πνοίῃσι δίαυλοι.<br/>
Quadrifidæ nares, quadruplices ad respirationem canales.<br/>
Opp. <i>Cyn</i>. lib. ii. 1. 181.</p>
<p>Writers, copying from one another, make Aristotle say that goats breathe at
their ears; whereas he asserts just the contrary:—Ἀλκμαίων γὰρ οὐκ ἀληθῆ
λέγει, φάμενος ἀναπνεῖν τὰς αἶγας κατὰ τὰ ὠτά. ‘Alcmaeon does not advance
what is true, when he avers that goats breathe through their
ears.’—History of Animals. Book I. chap. xi.</p>
<h2>Letter XV</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Mark 30, 1768.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Some intelligent country people have a notion that we have, in these parts, a
species of the genus mustelinum, besides the weasel, stoat, ferret, and
polecat; a little reddish beast, not much bigger than a field mouse, but much
longer, which they call a cane. This piece of intelligence can be little
depended on; but farther inquiry may be made.</p>
<p>A gentleman in this neighbourhood had two milk-white rooks in one nest. A booby
of a carter, finding them before they were able to fly, threw them down and
destroyed them, to the regret of the owner, who would have been glad to have
preserved such a curiosity in his rookery. I saw the birds myself nailed
against the end of a barn, and was surprised to find that their bills, legs,
feet, and claws were milk-white.</p>
<p>A shepherd saw, as he thought, some white larks on a down above my house this
winter: were not these the emberiza nivalis, the snow-flake of the Brit. Zool.?
No doubt they were.</p>
<p>A few years ago I saw a cock bullfinch in a cage, which had been caught in the
fields after it had come to its full colours. In about a year it began to look
dingy; and, blackening every succeeding year, it became coal-black at the end
of four. Its chief food was hemp-seed. Such influence has food on the colour
of animals! The pied and mottled colours of domesticated animals are supposed
to be owing to high, various, and unusual food.</p>
<p>I had remarked, for years, that the root of the cuckoo-pint (arum) was
frequently scratched out of the dry banks of hedges, and eaten in severe snowy
weather. After observing, with some exactness, myself, and getting others to do
the same, we found it was the thrush kind that searched it out. The root of the
arum is remarkably warm and pungent.</p>
<p>Our flocks of female chaffinches have not yet forsaken us. The blackbirds and
thrushes are very much thinned down by that fierce weather in January.</p>
<p>In the middle of February I discovered, in my tall hedges, a little bird that
raised my curiosity: it was of that yellow-green colour that belongs to the
salicaria kind, and, I think, was soft-billed. It was no parus, and was too
long and too big for the golden-crowned wren, appearing most like the largest
willow-wren. It hung sometimes with its back downwards, but never continuing
one moment in the same place. I shot at it, but it was so desultory that I
missed my aim.</p>
<p>I wonder that the stone curlew, charadrius oedicnemus, should be mentioned by
the writers as a rare bird: it abounds in all the champaign parts of Hampshire
and Sussex, and breeds, I think, all the summer, having young ones, I know,
very late in the autumn. Already they begin clamouring in the evening. They
cannot, I think, with any propriety, be called, as they are by Mr. Ray,
‘circa aquas versantes’; for with us, by day at least, they haunt
only the most dry, open, upland fields and sheep walks, far removed from water.
What they may do in the night I cannot say. Worms are their usual food, but
they also eat toads and frogs.</p>
<p>I can show you some good specimens of my new mice. Linnaeus, perhaps, would
call the species mus minimus.</p>
<h2>Letter XVI</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, April 18, 1768.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The history of the stone curlew, charadrius oedicnemus is as follows. It lays
its eggs, usually two, never more than three, on the bare ground, without any
nest, in the field; so that the countryman, in stirring his fallows, often
destroys them. The young run immediately from the egg like partridges, etc.,
and are withdrawn to some flinty field by their dam, where they skulk among the
stones, which are their best security; for their feathers are so exactly of the
colour of our grey spotted flints, that the most exact observer, unless he
catches the eye of the young bird, may be eluded. The eggs are short and round;
of a dirty white, spotted with dark bloody blotches. Though I might not be
able, just when I pleased, to procure you a bird, yet I could show you them
almost any day; and any evening you may hear them round the village, for they
make a clamour which may be heard a mile. Oedicnemus is a most apt and
expressive name for them, since their legs seem swollen like those of a gouty
man. After harvest I have shot them before the pointers in turnip-fields.</p>
<p>I make no doubt but there are three species of the willow-wrens: two I know
perfectly; but have not been able yet to procure the third. No two birds can
differ more in their notes, and that constancy, than those two that I am
acquainted with; for the one has a joyous, easy, laughing note; the other a
harsh loud chirp. The former is every way larger, and three-quarters of an inch
longer, and weighs two drams and a half; while the latter weighs but two: so
the songster is one-fifth heavier than the chirper. The chirper (being the
first summer-bird of passage that is heard, the wryneck sometimes excepted)
begins his two notes in the middle of March, and continues them through the
spring and summer till the end of August, as appears by my journals. The legs
of the larger of these two are flesh-coloured; of the less, black.</p>
<p>The grasshopper-lark began his sibilous note in my fields last Saturday.
Nothing can be more amusing than the whisper of this little bird, which seems
to be close by though at an hundred yards distance; and, when close at your
ear, is scarce any louder than when a great way off. Had I not been a little
acquainted with insects, and known that the grasshopper kind is not yet
hatched, I should have hardly believed but that it had been a locusta
whispering in the bushes. The country people laugh when you tell them that it
is the note of a bird. It is a most artful creature, skulking in the thickest
part of a bush; and will sing at a yard distance, provided it be concealed. I
was obliged to get a person to go on the other side of the hedge where it
haunted; and then it would run, creeping like a mouse, before us for a hundred
yards together, through the bottom of the thorns; yet it would not come into
fair sight: but in a morning early, and when undisturbed, it sings on the top
of a twig, gaping and shivering with its wings. Mr. Ray himself had no
knowledge of this bird, but received his account from Mr. Johnson, who
apparently confounds it with the reguli non cristati, from which it is very
distinct. See Ray’s Philosophical Letters, p. 108.</p>
<p>The fly-catcher (stoparola) has not yet appeared: it usually breeds in my vine.
The redstart begins to sing: its note is short and imperfect, but is continued
till about the middle of June. The willow-wrens (the smaller sort) are horrid
pests in a garden, destroying the pease, cherries, currants, etc., and are so
tame that a gun will not scare them.</p>
<p>A List of the summer birds of passage discovered in this neighbourhood, ranged
somewhat in the order in which they appear:</p>
<table summary="" style="margin-left: 2em;">
<tr>
<td></td><td>Linnæi Nomina</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Smallest willow-wren,</td><td><i>Motacilla trochilus.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Wryneck,</td><td><i>Lynx torquilla.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>House-swallow,</td><td><i>Hirundo rustica.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Martin,</td><td><i>Hirundo urbica.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Sand-martin,</td><td><i>Hirundo riparia.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Cuckoo,</td><td><i>Cuculus canorus.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Nightingale,</td><td><i>Motacilla luscinia.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Black-cap,</td><td><i>Motacilla atricapilla.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>White-throat,</td><td><i>Motacilla sylvia.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Middle willow-wren,</td><td><i>Motacilla trochilus.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Swift,</td><td><i>Hirundo apus.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Stone curlew,?</td><td><i>Charadrius oedicnemus?</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Turtle-dove,?</td><td><i>Turtur aldrovandi?</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Grasshopper-lark,</td><td><i>Alauda trivialis.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Landrail,</td><td><i>Rallus crex.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Largest willow-wren,</td><td><i>Motacilla trochilus.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Redstart,</td><td><i>Motacilla phœnicurus.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Goat-sucker, or fern-owl,</td><td><i>Caprimulgus europæus.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Fly-catcher,</td><td><i>Muscicapa grisola.</i></td>
</tr>
</table>
<p class="p2">
My countrymen talk much of a bird that makes a clatter with its bill against a
dead bough, or some old pales, calling it a jar-bird. I procured one to be shot
in the very fact; it proved to be the sitta europaea (the nut-hatch). Mr. Ray
says that the less spotted woodpecker does the same. This noise may be heard a
furlong or more.</p>
<p>Now is the only time to ascertain the short-winged summer birds; for, when the
leaf is out, there is no making any remarks on such a restless tribe; and, when
once the young begin to appear, it is all confusion: there is no distinction of
genus, species, or sex.</p>
<p>In breeding-time snipes play over the moors, piping and humming: they always
hum as they are descending. Is not their hum ventriloquous like that of a
turkey? Some suspect it is made by their wings.</p>
<p>This morning I saw the golden-crowned wren, whose crown glitters like burnished
gold. It often hangs lice a titmouse, with its back downwards.</p>
<p>Yours, etc., etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XVII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, June 18, 1768.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>On Wednesday last arrived your agreeable letter of June the 10th. It gives me
great satisfaction to find that you pursue these studies still with such
vigour, and are in such forwardness with regard to reptiles and fishes.</p>
<p>The reptiles, few as they are, I am not acquainted with, so well as I could
wish, with regard to their natural history. There is a degree of dubiousness
and obscurity attending the propagation of this class of animals, sometimes
analogous to that of the cryptogamia in the sexual system of plants: and the
case is the same as regards some of the fishes: as the eel, etc.</p>
<p>The method in which toads procreate and bring forth seems to me very much in
the dark. Some authors say that they are viviparous: and yet Ray classes them
among his oviparous animals; and is silent with regard to the manner of their
bringing forth. Perhaps they may be ἔσω μὲν ὠοτὸκοι, ἔξω δε ζωοτόκοι, as is
known to be the case with the viper.</p>
<p>The copulation of frogs (or at least the appearance of it; for Swammerdam
proves that the male has no penis intrans) is notorious to everybody: because
we see them sticking upon each other’s backs for a month together in
spring: and yet I never saw, or read, of toads being observed in the same
situation. It is strange that the matter with regard to the venom of toads has
not yet been settled. That they are not noxious to some animals is plain: for
ducks, buzzards, owls, stone curlews, and snakes, eat them, to my knowledge,
with impunity. And I well remember the time, but was not eye-witness to the
fact (though numbers of persons were), when a quack, at this village, ate a
toad to make the country people stare; afterwards he drank oil.</p>
<p>I have been informed also, from undoubted authority, that some ladies (ladies
you will say of peculiar taste) took a fancy to a toad, which they nourished
summer after summer, for many years, till he grew to a monstrous size, with the
maggots which turn to flesh flies. The reptile used to come forth every evening
from an hole under the garden-steps; and was taken up, after supper, on the
table to be fed. But at last a tame raven, kenning him as he put forth his
head, gave him such a severe stroke with his horny beak as put out one eye.
After this accident the creature languished for some time and died.</p>
<p>I need not remind a gentleman of your extensive reading of the excellent
account there is from Mr. Derham, in Ray’s Wisdom of God in the Creation
(p. 365), concerning the migration of frogs from their breeding ponds. In this
account he at once subverts that foolish opinion of their dropping from the
clouds in rain; showing that it is from the grateful coolness and moisture of
those showers that they are tempted to set out on their travels, which they
defer till those fall. Frogs are as yet in their tadpole state; but in a few
weeks, our lanes, paths, fields, will swarm for a few days with myriads of
these emigrants, no larger than my little finger nail. Swammerdam gives a most
accurate account of the method and situation in which the male impregnates the
spawn of the female. How wonderful is the oeconomy of Providence with regard to
the limbs of so vile a reptile! While it is aquatic it has a fish-like tail,
and no legs: as soon as the legs sprout, the tail drops off as useless, and the
animal betakes itself to the land.</p>
<p>Merret, I trust, is widely mistaken when he advances that the rana arborea is
an English reptile; it abounds in Germany and Switzerland.</p>
<p>It is to be remembered that the salamandra aquatica of Ray (the water-newt or
eft) will frequently bite at the angler’s bait, and is often caught on
his hook. I used to take it for granted that the salamandra aquatica was
hatched, lived, and died in the water. But John Ellis, Esq., F.R.S. (the
coralline Ellis), asserts, in a letter to the Royal Society, dated June 5th,
1766, in his account of the mud inguana, an amphibious bides, from South
Carolina, that the water-eft, or newt, is only the larva of the land-eft, as
tadpoles are of frogs. Lest I should be suspected to misunderstand his meaning,
I shall give it in his own words. Speaking of the opercula or covering to the
gills of the mud inguana, he proceeds to say that ‘The forms of these
pennated coverings approach very near to what I have some time ago observed in
the larva or aquatic state of our English lacerta, known by the name of eft, or
newt; which serve them for coverings to their gills, and for fins to swim with
while in this state; and which they lose, as well as the fins of their tails,
when they change their state, and become land animals, as I have observed, by
keeping them alive for some time myself:’</p>
<p>Linnaeus, in his Systema Naturae, hints at what Mr. Ellis advances more than
once.</p>
<p>Providence has been so indulgent to us as to allow of but one venomous reptile
of the serpent kind in these kingdoms, and that is the viper. As you propose
the good of mankind to be an object of your publications, you will not omit to
mention common salad-oil as a sovereign remedy against the bite of the viper.
As to the blind worm (anguis fragilis, so called because it snaps in sunder
with a small blow), I have found, on examination, that it is perfectly
innocuous. A neighbouring yeoman (to whom I am indebted for some good hints)
killed and opened a female viper about the twenty-seventh of May: he found her
filled with a chain of eleven eggs, about the size of those of a blackbird; but
none of them were advanced so far towards a state of maturity as to contain any
rudiments of young. Though they are oviparous, yet they are viviparous also,
hatching their young within their bellies, and then bringing them forth.
Whereas snakes lay chains of eggs every summer in my melon beds, in spite of
all that my people can do to prevent them; which eggs do not hatch till the
spring following, as I have often experienced. Several intelligent folks assure
me that they have seen the viper open her mouth and admit her helpless young
down her throat on sudden surprises, just as the female opossum does her brood
into the pouch under her belly, upon the like emergencies and yet the London
viper-catchers insist on it, to Mr. Barrington, that no such thing ever
happens. The serpent kind eat, I believe, but once in a year; or rather, but
only just at one season of the year. Country people talk much of a water-snake,
but I am pretty sure, without any reason; for the common snake (coluber natrix)
delights much to sport in the water, perhaps with a view to procure frogs and
other food.</p>
<p>I cannot well guess how you are to make out your twelve species of reptiles,
unless it be by the various species, or rather varieties, of our lacerti, of
which Ray enumerates five. I have not had an opportunity of ascertaining these;
but remember well to have seen, formerly, several beautiful green lacerti on
the sunny sandbanks near Farnham, in Surrey; and Ray admits there are such in
Ireland.</p>
<h2>Letter XVIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, July 27, 1768.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>I received your obliging and communicative letter of June the 28th, while I was
on a visit at a gentleman’s house, where I had neither books to turn to,
nor leisure to sit down, to return you an answer to many queries, which I
wanted to resolve in the best manner that I am able.</p>
<p>A person, by my order, has searched our brooks, but could find no such fish as
the gasterosteus pungitius: he found the gasterosteus aculeatus in plenty. This
morning, in a basket, I packed a little earthen pot full of wet moss, and in it
some sticklebacks, male and female; the females big with spawn: some lamperns;
some bull’s heads; but I could produce no minnows. This basket will be in
Fleet-street by eight this evening; so I hope Mazel will have them fresh and
fair to-morrow morning. I gave some directions, in a letter, to what
particulars the engraver should be attentive.</p>
<p>Finding, while I was on a visit, that I was within a reasonable distance of
Ambresbury, I sent a servant over to that town, and procured several diving
specimens of loaches, which he brought, safe and brisk, in a glass decanter.
They were taken in the gullies that were cut for watering the meadows. From
these fishes (which measured from two to four inches in length) I took the
following description: ‘The loach, in its general aspect, has a pellucid
appearance: its back is mottled with irregular collections of small black dots,
not reaching much below the linea lateralis, as are the back and tail fins: a
black line runs from each eye down to the nose; its belly is of a silvery
white; the upper jaw projects beyond the lower, and is surrounded with six
feelers, three on each side; its pectoral fins are large, its ventral much
smaller; the fin behind its anus small; its dorsal fin large, containing eight
spines; its tail, where it joins to the tail-fin, remarkably broad, without any
taperness, so as to be characteristic of this genus: the tail-fin is broad, and
square at the end. From the breadth and muscular strength of the tail, it
appears to be an active nimble fish.’</p>
<p>In my visit I was not very far from Hungerford, and did not forget to make some
inquiries concerning the wonderful method of curing cancers by means of toads.
Several intelligent persons, both gentry and clergy, do, I find, give a great
deal of credit to what was asserted in the papers: and I myself dined with a
clergyman who seemed to be persuaded that what is related is matter of fact;
but, when I came to attend to his account, I thought I discerned circumstances
which did not a little invalidate the woman’s story of the manner in
which she came by her skill. She says of herself ‘that, labouring under a
virulent cancer, she went to some church where there was a vast crowd: on going
into a pew, she was accosted by a strange clergyman; who, after expressing
compassion for her situation, told her chat if she would make such an
application of living toads as is mentioned she would be well.’ Now is it
likely that this unknown gentleman should express so much tenderness for this
single sufferer, and not feel any for the many thousands that daily languish
under this terrible disorder? Would he not have made use of this invaluable
nostrum for his own emolument; or, at least, by some means of publication or
other, have found a method of making it public for the good of mankind ? In
short, this woman (as it appears to me) having set up for a cancer-doctress,
finds it expedient to amuse the country with this dark and mysterious relation.</p>
<p>The water-eft has not, that I can discern, the least appearance of any gills;
for want of which it is continually rising to the surface of the water to take
in fresh air. I opened a big-bellied one indeed, and found it full of spawn.
Not that this circumstance at all invalidates the assertion that they are
larvae: for the larvae of insects are full of eggs, which they exclude the
instant they enter their last state. The water-eft is continually climbing over
the brims of the vessel, within which we keep it in water, and wandering away:
and people every summer see numbers crawling out of the pools where they are
hatched, up the dry banks. There are varieties of them, differing colour; and
some have fins up their tail and back, and some have not.</p>
<h2>Letter XIX</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Aug. 17, 1768.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>I have now, past dispute, made out three distinct species of the willow-wrens
(motacillae trochili) which constantly and invariably use distinct notes. But,
at the same time, I am obliged to confess that I know nothing of your
willow-lark.* In my letter of April the 18th, I told you peremptorily that I
knew your willow-lark, but had not seen it then: but, when I came to procure
it, it proved, in all respects, a very motacilla trochilus; only that it is a
size larger than the two other, and the yellow-green of the whole upper part of
the body is more vivid, and the belly of a clearer white. I have specimens of
the three sorts now lying before me; and can discern that there are three
gradations of sizes, and that the least has black legs, and the other two
flesh-coloured ones. The yellowest bird is considerably the largest, and has
its quill-feathers and secondary feathers tipped with white, which the others
have not. This last haunts only the tops of trees in high beechen woods, and
makes a sibilous grasshopper-like noise, now and then, at short intervals,
shivering a little with its wings when it sings; and is, I make no doubt now,
the regulus non cristatus of Ray, which he says ‘cantat voce stridula
locustae.’ Yet this great ornithologist never suspected that there were
three species.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Brit. Zool. edit. 1776, octavo, p. 381.</p>
<h2>Letter XX</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, October 8, 1768.</p>
<p>It is, I find, in zoology as it is in botany: all nature is so full, that that
district produces the greatest variety which is the most examined. Several
birds, which are said to belong to the north only, are, it seems, often in the
south. I have discovered this summer three species of birds with us, which
writers mention as only to be seen in the northern counties. The first that was
brought me (on the 14th of May) was the sandpiper, tringa hypoleucus: it was a
cock bird, and haunted the banks of some ponds near the village; and, as it had
a companion, doubtless intended to have bred near that water. Besides, the
owner has told me since, that, on recollection, he has seen some of the same
birds round his ponds in former summers.</p>
<p>The next bird that I procured (on the 21st of May) was a male red-backed
butcher bird, lanius collurio. My neighbour, who shot it, says that it might
easily have escaped his notice, had not the outcries and chattering of the
white-throats and other small birds drawn his attention to the bush where it
was: its craw was filled with the legs and wings of beetles.</p>
<p>The next rare birds (which were procured for me last week) were some
ring-ousels, turdi torquati.</p>
<p>This week twelve months a gentleman from London, being with us, was amusing
himself with a gun, and found, he told us, on an old yew hedge where there were
berries, some birds like blackbirds, with rings of white round their necks: a
neighbouring farmer also at the same time observed the same; but, as no
specimens were procured little notice was taken. I mentioned this circumstance
to you in my letter of November the 4th, 1767 (you, however, paid but small
regard to what I said, as I had not seen these birds myself); but last week,
the aforesaid farmer, seeing a large flock, twenty or thirty of these birds,
shot two cocks and two hens: and says, on recollection, that he remembers to
have observed these birds again last spring, about Lady-day, as it were, on
their return to the north. Now perhaps these ousels are not the ousels of the
north of England, but belong to the more northern parts of Europe; and may
retire before the excessive rigour of the frosts in those parts; and return to
breed in the spring, when the cold abates. If this be the case, here is
discovered a new bird of winter passage, concerning whose migrations the
writers are silent: but if these birds should prove the ousels of the north of
England, then here is a migration disclosed within our own kingdom never before
remarked. It does not yet appear whether they retire beyond the bounds of our
island to the south; but it is most probable that they usually do, or else one
cannot suppose that they would have continued so long unnoticed in the southern
counties. The ousel is larger than a blackbird, and feeds on haws; but last
autumn (when there were no haws) it fed on yew-berries: in the spring it feeds
on ivy-berries, which ripen only at that season, in March and April.</p>
<p>I must not omit to tell you (as you have been so lately on the study of
reptiles) that my people, every now and then of late, draw up with a bucket of
water from my well, which is 63 feet deep, a large black warty lizard with a
fin-tail and yellow belly. How they first came down at that depth, and how they
were ever to have got out thence without help, is more than I am able to say.</p>
<p>My thanks are due to you for your trouble and care in the examination of a
buck’s head. As far as your discoveries reach at present, they seem much
to corroborate my suspicions; and I hope Mr. … may find reason to give his
decision in my favour; and then, I think, we may advance this extraordinary
provision of nature as a new instance of the wisdom of God in the creation.</p>
<p>As yet I have not quite done with my history of the oedicnemus, or stone
curlew; for I shall desire a gentleman in Sussex (near whose house these birds
congregate in vast flocks in the autumn) to observe nicely when they leave him
(if they do leave him), and when they return again in the spring; I was with
this gentleman lately, and saw several single birds.</p>
<h2>Letter XXI</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Nov. 28, 1768.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>With regard to the oedicnemus, or stone curlew, I intend to write very soon to
my friend near Chichester, in whose neighbourhood these birds seem most to
abound; and shall urge him to take particular notice when they begin to
congregate, and afterwards to watch them most narrowly whether they do not
withdraw themselves during the dead of the winter. When I have obtained
information with respect to this circumstance, I shall have finished my history
of the stone curlew; which I hope will prove to your satisfaction, as it will
be, I trust, very near the truth. This gentleman, as he occupies a large farm
of his own, and is abroad early and late, will be a very proper spy upon the
motions of these birds: and besides, as I have prevailed on him to buy the
Naturalist’s Journal (with which he is much delighted), I shall expect
that he will be very exact in his dates. It is very extraordinary, as you
observe, that a bird so common with us should never straggle to you.</p>
<p>And here will be the properest place to mention, while I think of it, an
anecdote which the above-mentioned gentleman told me when I was last at his
house; which was that, in a warren joining to his outlet, many daws (corvi
monedulae) build every year in the rabbit burrows under ground. The way he and
his brothers used to take their nests, while they were boys, was by listening
at the mouths of the holes; and, if they heard the young ones cry, they twisted
the nest out with a forked stick. Some water-fowls (viz., the puffins) breed, I
know, in that manner; but I should never have suspected the daws of building in
holes on the flat ground.</p>
<p>Another very unlikely spot is made use of by daws as a place to breed in, and
that is Stonehenge. These birds deposit their nests in the interstices between
the upright and the impost stones of that amazing work of antiquity: which
circumstance alone speaks the prodigious height of the upright stones, that
they should be tall enough to secure those nests from the annoyance of
shepherd-boys, who are always idling round that place.</p>
<p>One of my neighbours last Saturday, November the 26th, saw a martin in a
sheltered bottom: the sun shone warm, and the bird was hawking briskly after
flies. I am now perfectly satisfied that they do not all leave this island in
the winter.</p>
<p>You judge very right, I think, in speaking with reserve and caution concerning
the cures done by toads: for, let people advance what they will on such
subjects, yet there is such a propensity in mankind towards deceiving and being
deceived, that one cannot safely relate any thing from common report,
especially in print, without expressing some degree of doubt and suspicion.</p>
<p>Your approbation, with regard to my new discovery of the migration of the
ring-ousel, gives me satisfaction; and I find you concur with me in suspecting
that they are foreign birds which visit us. You will be sure, I hope, not to
omit to make inquiry whether your ring-ousels leave your rocks in the autumn.
What puzzles me most, is the very short stay they make with us; for in about
three weeks they are all gone. I shall be very curious to remark whether they
will call on us at their return in the spring, as they did last year.</p>
<p>I want to be better informed with regard to ichthyology. If fortune had settled
me near the sea-side, or near some great river, my natural propensity would
soon have urged me to have made myself acquainted with their productions: but
as I have lived mostly in inland parts, and in an upland district, my knowledge
of fishes extends little farther than to those common sorts which our brooks
and lakes produce.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, July 2, 1769.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>As to the peculiarity of jackdaws building with us under the ground in
rabbit-burrows, you have, in part, hit upon the reason; for, in reality, there
are hardly any towers or steeples in all this country. And perhaps, Norfolk
excepted, Hampshire and Sussex are as meanly furnished with churches as almost
any counties in the kingdom. We have many livings of two or three hundred
pounds a year, whose houses of worship make little better appearance than
dovecots. When I first saw Northamptonshire, Cambridgeshire and
Huntingdonshire, and the fens of Lincolnshire, I was amazed at the number of
spires which presented themselves in every point of view. As an admirer of
prospects, I have reason to lament this want in my own country; for such
objects are very necessary ingredients in an elegant landscape.</p>
<p>What you mention with respect to reclaimed toads raises my curiosity. An
ancient author, though no naturalist, has well remarked that ‘Every kind
of beasts, and of birds, and of serpents, and of things in the sea, is tamed,
and hath been tamed, of mankind.’*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* James, chap. iii. 7.</p>
<p>It is a satisfaction to me to find that a green lizard has actually been
procured for you in Devonshire; because it corroborates my discovery, which I
made many years ago, of the same sort, on a sunny sandbank near Farnham in
Surrey. I am well acquainted with the south hams of Devonshire; and can suppose
that district, from its southerly situation, to be a proper habitation for such
animals in their best colours.</p>
<p>Since the ring-ousels of your vast mountains do certainly not forsake them
against winter, our suspicions that those which visit this neighbourhood about
Michaelmas are not English birds, but driven from the more northern parts of
Europe by the frosts, are still more reasonable: and it will be worth your
pains to endeavour to trace from whence they come, and to inquire why they make
so very short a stay.</p>
<p>In your account of your error with regard to the two species of herons, you
incidentally gave me great entertainment in your description of the heronry at
Cressi-hall; which is a curiosity I could never manage to see. Fourscore nests
of such a bird on one tree is a rarity which I would ride half as many miles to
have a sight of. Pray be sure to tell me in your next whose seat Cressi-hall
is, and near what town it lies.* I have often thought that those vast extents
of fens have never been sufficiently explored. If half a dozen gentlemen,
furnished with a good strength of water-spaniels, were to beat them over for a
week, they would certainly find more species.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Cressi-hall is near Spalding, in Lincolnshire.</p>
<p>There is no bird, I believe, whose manners I have studied more than that of the
caplimulgus (the goat-sucker), as it is a wonderful and curious creature: but I
have always found that though sometimes it may chatter as it flies, as I know
it does, yet in general it utters its jarring note sitting on a bough; and I
have for many an half hour watched it as it sat with its under mandible
quivering, and particularly this summer. It perches usually on a bare twig,
with its head lower than its tail, in an attitude well expressed by your
draughtsman in the folio British Zoology. This bird is most punctual in
beginning its song exactly at the close of day; so exactly that I have known it
strike up more than once or twice just at the report of the Portsmouth evening
gun, which we can hear when the weather is still. It appears to me past all
doubt that its notes are formed by organic impulse, by the powers of the parts
of its windpipe, formed for sound, just as cats pur. You will credit me, I
hope, when I tell you that, as my neighbours were assembled in an hermitage on
the side of a steep hill where we drink tea, one of these churn-owls came and
settled on the cross of that little straw edifice and began to chatter, and
continued his note for many minutes: and we were all struck with wonder to find
that the organs of that little animal, when put in motion, gave a sensible
vibration to the whole building! This bird also sometimes makes a small squeak,
repeated four or five times; and I have observed that to happen when the cock
has been pursuing the hen in a toying way through the boughs of a tree.</p>
<p>It would not be at all strange if your bat, which you have procured, should
prove a new one, since five species have been found in a neighbouring kingdom.
The great sort that I mentioned is certainly a nondescript: I saw but one this
summer, and that I had no opportunity of taking.</p>
<p>Your account of the Indian-grass was entertaining. I am no angler myself; but
inquiring of those that are, what they supposed that part of their tackle to be
made of? they replied ‘of the intestines of a silkworm.’</p>
<p>Though I must not pretend to great skill in entomology, yet I cannot say that I
am ignorant of that kind of knowledge: I may now and then, perhaps, be able to
furnish you with a little information.</p>
<p>The vast rains ceased with us much about the same time as with you, and since
we have had delicate weather. Mr. Barker, who has measured the rain for more
than thirty years, says, in a late letter, that more has fallen this year than
in any he ever attended to; though, from July 1763 to January 1764, more fell
than in any seven months of this year.</p>
<h2>Letter XXIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, February 28, 1769.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>It is not improbable that the Guernsey lizard and our green lizard may be
specifically the same; all that I know is, that, when some years ago many
Guernsey lizards were turned loose in Pembroke college garden, in the
University of Oxford, they lived a great while, and seemed to enjoy themselves
very well, but never bred. Whether this circumstance will prove anything either
way I shall not pretend to say.</p>
<p>I return you thanks for your account of Cressi-hall; but recollect, not without
regret, that in June 1746 I was visiting for a week together at Spalding,
without ever being told that such a curiosity was just at hand. Pray send me
word in your next what sort of tree it is that contains such a quantity of
herons’ nests; and whether the heronry consists of a whole grove or wood,
or only of a few trees.</p>
<p>It gave me satisfaction to find that we accorded so well about the caprimulgus:
all I contended for was to prove that it often chatters sitting as well as
flying; and therefore the noise was voluntary, and from organic impulse, and
not from the resistance of the air against the hollow of its mouth and throat.</p>
<p>If ever I saw anything like actual migration, it was last Michaelmas-day. I was
travelling, and out early in the morning: at first there was a vast fog; but,
by the time that I was got seven or eight miles from home towards the coast,
the sun broke out into a delicate warm day. We were then on a large heath or
common, and I could discern, as the mist began to break away, great numbers of
swallows (hirundines rusticae) clustering on the stinted shrubs and bushes, as
if they had roosted there all night. As soon as the air became clear and
pleasant they all were on the wing at once; and, by a placid and easy flight,
proceeded on southward towards the sea: after this I did not see any more
flocks, only now and then a straggler.</p>
<p>I cannot agree with those persons that assert that the swallow kind disappear
some and some gradually, as they come, for the bulk of them seem to withdraw at
once: only some stragglers stay behind a long while, and do never, there is the
greatest reason to believe, leave this island. Swallows seem to lay themselves
up, and to come forth in a warm day, as bats do continually of a warm evening,
after they have disappeared for weeks. For a very respectable gentleman assured
me that, as he was walking with some friends under Merton-wall on a remarkably
hot noon, either in the last week in December or the first week in January, he
espied three or four swallows huddled together on the moulding of one of the
windows of that college. I have frequently remarked that swallows are seen
later at Oxford than elsewhere: is it owing to the vast massy buildings of that
place, to the many waters round it, or to what else?</p>
<p>When I used to rise in a morning last autumn, and see the swallows and martins
clustering on the chimneys and thatch of the neighbouring cottages, I could not
help being touched with a secret delight, mixed with some degree of
mortification: with delight to observe with how much ardour and punctuality
those poor little birds obeyed the strong impulse towards migration, or hiding,
imprinted on their minds by their great Creator; and with some degree of
mortification, when I reflected that, after all our pains and inquiries, we are
yet not quite certain to what regions they do migrate; and are still farther
embarrassed to find that some do not actually migrate at all.</p>
<p>These reflections made so strong an impression on my imagination, that they
became productive of a composition that may perhaps amuse you for a quarter of
an hour when next I have the honour of writing to you.</p>
<h2>Letter XXIV</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, May 29, 1769.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The scarabaeus fullo I know very well, having seen it in collections; but have
never been able to discover one wild in its natural state. Mr. Banks told me he
thought it might be found on the sea-coast.</p>
<p>On the thirteenth of April I went to the sheep-down, where the ring-ousels have
been observed to make their appearance at spring and fall, in their way perhaps
to the north or south; and was much pleased to see three birds about the usual
spot. We shot a cock and a hen; they were plump and in high condition. The hen
had but very small rudiments of eggs within her, which proves they are late
breeders; whereas those species of the thrush kind that remain with us the
whole year have fledged young before that time. In their crops was nothing very
distinguishable, but somewhat that seemed like blades of vegetables nearly
digested. In autumn they feed on haws and yew-berries, and in the spring on
ivy-berries. I dressed one of these birds, and found it juicy and
well-flavoured. It is remarkable that they make but a few days’ stay in
their spring visit, but rest near a fortnight at Michaelmas. These birds, from
the observations of three springs and two autumns, are most punctual in their
return; and exhibit a new migration unnoticed by the writers, who supposed they
never were to be seen in any of the southern counties.</p>
<p>One of my neighbours lately brought me a new salicaria, which at first I
suspected might have proved your willow-lark,* but, on a nicer examination, it
answered much better to the description of that species which you shot at
Revesby, in Lincolnshire. My bird I describe thus: ‘It is a size less
than the grasshopper-lark; the head, back, and coverts of the wings of a dusky
brown, without those dark spots of the grasshopper-lark; over each eye is a
milk-white stroke; the chin and throat are white, and the under parts of a
yellowish white; the rump is tawny and the feathers of the tail sharp-pointed;
the bill is dusky and sharp, and the legs are dusky; the hinder claw long and
crooked. The person that shot it says that it sung so like a reed-sparrow that
he took it for one; and that it sings all night; but this account merits
further inquiry. For my part, I suspect it is a second sort of locustella,
hinted at by Dr. Derham in Ray’s Letters: see p. 108. He also procured me
a grasshopper-lark.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* For this salicaria see letter August 30, 1769.</p>
<p>The question that you put with regard to those genera of animals that are
peculiar to America, viz. how they came there, and whence? is too puzzling for
me to answer; and yet so obvious as often to have struck me with wonder. If one
looks into the writers on that subject little satisfaction is to be found.
Ingenious men will readily advance plausible arguments to support whatever
theory they shall choose to maintain; but then the misfortune is, every
one’s hypothesis is each as good as another’s, since they are all
founded on conjecture. The late writers of this sort, in whom may be seen all
the arguments of those that have gone before, as I remember, stock America from
the western coast of Africa and the south of Europe; and then break down the
Isthmus that bridged over the Atlantic. But this is making use of a violent
piece of machinery: it is a difficulty worthy of the interposition of a god!
‘Incredulus odi.’</p>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<h3>The Naturalist’s Summer-evening Walk</h3>
<p class="poem">
… equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis<br/>
Ingenium.</p>
<p class="right">
V<small>IRG</small>. G<small>EORG</small>.</p>
<p>When day declining sheds a milder gleam,<br/>
What time the may-fly[1] haunts the pool or stream;<br/>
When the still owl skims round the grassy mead,<br/>
What time the timorous hare limps forth to feed;<br/>
Then be the time to steal adown the vale,<br/>
And listen to the vagrant[2] cuckoo’s tale,<br/>
To hear the clamorous[3] curlew call his mate,<br/>
Or the soft quail his tender pain relate;<br/>
To see the swallow sweep the dark’ning plain<br/>
Belated, to support her infant train;<br/>
To mark the swift in rapid giddy ring<br/>
Dash round the steeple, unsubdu’d of wing:<br/>
Amusive birds!—say where your hid retreat<br/>
When the frost rages and the tempests beat;<br/>
Whence your return, by such nice instinct led,<br/>
When spring, soft season, lifts her bloomy head ?<br/>
Such baffled searches mock man’s prying pride,<br/>
The God of Nature is your secret guide!<br/>
While deep’ning shades obscure the face of day<br/>
To yonder bench, leaf-shelter’d, let us stray,<br/>
Till blended objects fail the swimming sight,<br/>
And all the fading landscape sinks in night;<br/>
To hear the drowsy dor come brushing by<br/>
With buzzing wing, or the shrill[4] cricket cry;<br/>
To see the feeding bat glance through the wood;<br/>
To catch the distant falling of the flood;<br/>
While o’er the cliff th’ awakened churn-owl hung<br/>
Through the still gloom protracts his chattering song;<br/>
While high in air, and pois’d upon his wings,<br/>
Unseen, the soft enamour’d woodlark[5] sings:<br/>
These, Nature’s works, the curious mind employ,<br/>
Inspire a soothing melancholy joy:<br/>
As fancy warms, a pleasing kind of pain<br/>
Steals o’er the cheek, and thrills the creeping vein!<br/>
Each rural sight, each sound, each smell combine;<br/>
The tinkling sheep-bell, or the breath of kine;<br/>
The new-mown hay that scents the swelling breeze,<br/>
Or cottage-chimney smoking through the trees.<br/>
The chilling night-dews fall: away, retire;<br/>
For see, the glow-worm lights her amorous fire![6]<br/>
Thus, ere night’s veil had half obscured the sky,<br/>
Th’ impatient damsel hung her lamp on high:<br/>
True to the signal, by love’s meteor led,<br/>
Leander hasten’d to his Hero’s bed.[7]</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<p class="footnote">
[1] The angler’s may-fly, the ephemera vulgata Linn., comes
forth from its aurelia state, and emerges out of the water about six in the
evening, and dies about eleven at night, determining the date of its fly state
in about five or six hours. They usually begin to appear about the 4th of June,
and continue in succession for near a fortnight. See Swammerdam, Derham,
Scopoli, etc.</p>
<p class="footnote">
[2] Vagrant cuckoo; so called because, being tied down by no
incubation or attendance about the nutrition of its young, it wanders without
control.</p>
<p class="footnote">
[3] Charadrius aedicnemus.</p>
<p class="footnote">
[4] Gryllus campetris.</p>
<p class="footnote">
[5] In hot
summer nights woodlarks soar to a prodigious height, and hang singing in the
air</p>
<p class="footnote">
[6] The light of the female glow-worm (as she often crawls up the
stalk of a grass to make herself more conspicuous) is a signal to the male,
which is a slender dusky scarabaeus.</p>
<p class="footnote">
[7] See the story of Hero and Leander.)</p>
<h2>Letter XXV</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Aug. 30, 1769.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>It gives me satisfaction to find that my account of the ousel migration pleases
you. You put a very shrewd question when you ask me how I know that their
autumnal migration is southward? Was not candour and openness the very life of
natural history, I should pass over this query just as the sly commentator does
over a crabbed passage in a classic; but common ingenuousness obliges me to
confess, not without some degree of shame, that I only reasoned in that case
from analogy. For as all other autumnal birds migrate from the northward to us,
to partake of our milder winters, and return to the northward again when the
rigorous cold abates, so I concluded that the ring-ousels did the same, as well
as their congeners the fieldfares; and especially as ring-ousels are known to
haunt cold mountainous countries: but I have good reason to suspect since that
they may come to us from westward; because I hear, from very good authority,
that they breed on Dartmoor; and that they forsake that wild district about the
time that our visitors appear, and do not return till late in the spring.</p>
<p>I have taken a great deal of pains about your salicaria and mine, with a white
stroke over its eye, and a tawny rump. I have surveyed it alive and dead, and
have procured several specimens; and am perfectly persuaded myself (and trust
you will soon be convinced of the same) that it is no more nor less than the
passer arundinaceus minor of Ray. This bird, by some means or other, seems to
be entirely omitted in the British Zoology; and one reason probably was because
it is so strangely classed in Ray, who ranges it among his picis affines. It
ought no doubt to have gone among his aviculae cauda unicolore, and among your
slender-billed small birds of the same division. Linnaeus might with great
propriety have put it into his genus of motacilla; and the motacilla salicaria
of his Fauna Suecica seems to come the nearest to it. It is no uncommon bird,
haunting the sides of ponds and rivers where there is covert, and the reeds and
sedges of moors. The country people in some places call it the sedge-bird. It
sings incessantly night and day during the breeding-time, imitating the note of
a sparrow, a swallow, a sky-lark; and has a strange hurrying manner in its
song. My specimens correspond most minutely to the description of your fen
salicaria, shot near Revesby. Mr. Ray has given an excellent characteristic of
it when he says, ‘Rostrum & pedes in hac avicula multo majores sunt
quam pro corporis ratione.’ See letter May 29, 1769.</p>
<p>I have got you the egg of an oedicnemus, or stone curlew, which was picked up
in a fallow on the naked ground: There were two; but the finder inadvertently
crushed one with his foot before he saw them.</p>
<p>When I wrote to you last year on reptiles, I wish I had not forgot to mention
the faculty that snakes have of stinking se defendendo. I knew a gentleman who
kept a tame snake, which was in its person as sweet as any animal while in a
good humour and unalarmed; but as soon as a stranger or a dog or cat, came in,
it fell to hissing, and filled the room with such nauseous effluvia as rendered
it hardly supportable. Thus the squnck, or stonck, of Ray’s Synop. Ouadr.
is an innocuous and sweet animal; but, when pressed hard by dogs and men, it
can eject such a pestilent and fetid smell and excrement, that nothing can be
more horrible.</p>
<p>A gentleman sent me lately a fine specimen of the lanius minor cinerascens cum
macula in scapulis alba Raii; which is a bird that, at the time of your
publishing your two first volumes of British Zoology, I find you had not seen.
You have described it well from Edwards’s drawing.</p>
<h2>Letter XXVI</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, December 8, 1769.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>I was much gratified by your communicative letter on your return from Scotland,
where you spent, I find, some considerable time, and gave yourself good room to
examine the natural curiosities of that extensive kingdom, both those of the
islands, as well as those of the highlands. The usual bane of such expeditions
is hurry; because men seldom allot themselves half the time they should do:
but, fixing on a day for their return, post from place to place, rather as if
they were on a journey that required dispatch, than as philosophers
investigating the works of nature. You must have made, no doubt, many
discoveries, and laid up a good fund of materials for a future edition of the
British Zoology; and will have no reason to repent that you have bestowed so
much pains on a part of Great Britain that perhaps was never so well examined
before.</p>
<p>It has always been matter of wonder to me that field-fares, which are so
congenerous to thrushes and blackbirds, should never choose to breed in
England: but that they should not think even the highlands cold and northerly,
and sequestered enough, is a circumstance still more strange and wonderful. The
ring-ousel, you find, stays in Scotland the whole year round; so that we have
reason to conclude that those migrators that visit us for a short space every
autumn do not come from thence.</p>
<p>And here, I think, will be the proper place to mention that those birds were
most punctual again in their migration this autumn, appearing, as before, about
the 30th of September: but their flocks were larger than common, and their stay
protracted somewhat beyond the usual time. If they came to spend the whole
winter with us, as some of their congeners do, and then left us, as they do, in
spring, I should not be so much struck with the occurrence, since it would be
similar to that of the other winter birds of passage; but when I see them for a
fortnight at Michaelmas, and again for about a week in the middle of April, I
am seized with wonder, and long to be informed whence these travellers come,
and whither they go, since they seem to use our hills merely as an inn or
baiting place.</p>
<p>Your account of the greater brambling, or snow-fleck, is very amusing; and
strange it is that such a short-winged bird should delight in such perilous
voyages over the northern ocean! Some country people in the winter time have
every now and then told me that they have seen two or three white larks on our
downs; but on considering the matter, I begin to suspect that these are some
stragglers of the birds we are talking of, which sometimes perhaps may rove so
far to the southward.</p>
<p>It pleases me to find that white hares are so frequent on the Scottish
mountains, and especially as you inform me that it is a distinct species; for
the quadrupeds of Britain are so few, that every new species is a great
acquisition.</p>
<p>The eagle-owl, could it be proved to belong to us, is so majestic a bird that
it would grace our fauna much. I never was informed before where wild-geese are
known to breed.</p>
<p>You admit, I find, that I have proved your fen salicaria to be the lesser
reed-sparrow of Ray; and I think that you may be secure that I am right; for I
took very particular pains to clear up that matter, and had some fair
specimens; but, as they were not well preserved, they are decayed already. You
will, no doubt, insert it in its proper place in your next edition. Your
additional plates will much improve your work.</p>
<p>De Buffon, I know, has described the water shrew-mouse: but still I am pleased
to find you have discovered it in Lincolnshire, for the reason I have given in
the article on the white hare.</p>
<p>As a neighbour was lately ploughing in a dry chalky field, far removed from any
water, he turned out a water rat, that was curiously laid up in an hybernaculum
artificially formed of grass and leaves. At one end of the burrow lay above a
gallon of potatoes regularly stowed, on which it was to have supported itself
for the winter. But the difficulty with me is how this amphibius mus came to
fix its winter station at such a distance from the water. Was it determined in
its choice of that place by the mere accident of finding the potatoes which
were planted there; or is it the constant practice of the aquatic rat to
forsake the neighbourhood of the water in the colder months?</p>
<p>Though I delight very little in analogous reasoning, knowing how fallacious it
is with respect to natural history; yet, in the following instance, I cannot
help being inclined to think it may conduce towards the explanation of a
difficulty that I have mentioned before, with respect to the invariable early
retreat of the hirundo apus, or swift, so many weeks before its congeners; and
that not only with us, but also in Andalusia, where they also begin to retire
about the beginning of August.</p>
<p>The great large bat* (which by the by is at present a nondescript in England,
and what I have never been able yet to procure) retires and migrates very early
in the summer: it also ranges very high for its food, feeding in a different
region of the air; and that is the reason I never could procure one. Now this
is exactly the case with the swifts; for they take their food in a more exalted
region than the other species, and are very seldom seen hawking for flies near
the ground, or over the surface of the water. From hence I would conclude that
these hirundines, and the larger bats, are supported by some sorts of
high-flying gnats, scarabs, or phalaenae, that are of short continuance; and
that the short stay of these strangers is regulated by the defect of their
food.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* The little bat appears almost every month in the year; but I have never seen
the large ones till the end of April, nor after July. They are most common in
June, but never in any plenty; are a rare species with us.</p>
<p>By my journal it appears that curlews clamoured on to October the thirty-first;
since which I have not seen or heard any. Swallows were observed on to November
the third.</p>
<h2>Letter XXVII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Feb. 22, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Hedge-hogs abound in my gardens and fields. The manner in which they eat their
roots of the plantain in my grass-walks is very curious: with their upper
mandible, which is much longer than their lower, they bore under the plant, and
so eat the root off upwards, leaving the tuft of leaves untouched. In this
respect they are serviceable, as they destroy a very troublesome weed; but they
deface the waffles in some measure by digging little round holes. It appears,
by the dung that they drop upon the turf, that beetles are no inconsiderable
part of their food. In June last I procured a litter of four or five young
hedge-hogs, which appeared to be about five or six days old; they, I find, like
puppies, are born blind, and could not see when they came to my hands. No doubt
their spines are soft and flexible at the time of their birth, or else the poor
dam would have but a bad time of it in the critical moment of parturition: but
it is plain that they soon harden; for these little pigs had such stiff
prickles on their backs and sides as would easily have fetched blood, had they
not been handled with caution. Their spines are quite white at this age; and
they have little hanging ears, which I do not remember to be discernible in the
old ones. They can, in part, at this age draw their skin down over their faces;
but are not able to contract themselves into a ball as they do, for the sake of
defence, when full grown. The reason, I suppose, is, because the curious muscle
that enables the creature to roll itself up into a ball was not then arrived at
its full tone and firmness. Hedge-hogs make a deep and warm hybernaculum with
leaves and moss, in which they conceal themselves for the winter: but I never
could find that they stored in any winter provision, as some quadrupeds
certainly do.</p>
<p>I have discovered an anecdote with respect to the field-fare (turdus pilaris),
which I think is particular enough: this bird, though it sits on trees in the
day-time, and procures the greatest part of its food from white-thorn hedges;
yea, moreover, builds on very high trees; as may be seen by the Fauna Suecica;
yet always appears with us to roost on the ground. They are seen to come in
flocks just before it is dark, and to settle and nestle among the heath on our
forest. And besides, the larkers, in dragging their nets by night, frequently
catch them in the wheat-stubbles; while the bat-fowlers, who take many
red-wings in the hedges, never entangle any of this species. Why these birds,
in the matter of roosting, should differ from all their congeners, and from
themselves also with respect to their proceedings by day, is a fact for which I
am by no means able to account.</p>
<p>I have somewhat to inform you of concerning the moose-deer; but in general
foreign animals fall seldom in my way; my little intelligence is confined to
the narrow sphere of my own observations at home.</p>
<h2>Letter XXVIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, March, 1770.</p>
<p>On Michaelmas-day 1768 I managed to get a sight of the female moose belonging
to the Duke of Richmond, at Goodwood; but was greatly disappointed, when I
arrived at the spot, to find that it died, after having appeared in a
languishing way for some time, on the morning before. However, understanding
that it was not stripped, I proceeded to examine this rare quadruped: I found
it in an old green-house, slung under the belly and chin by ropes, and in a
standing posture; but, though it had been dead for so short a time, it was in
so putrid a state that the stench was hardly supportable. The grand distinction
between this deer, and any other species that I have ever met with, consisted
in the strange length of its legs; on which it was tilted up much in the manner
of birds of the grallae order. I measured it, as they do an horse, and found
that, from the ground to the wither, it was just five feet four inches; which
height answers exactly to sixteen hands, a growth that few horses arrive at:
but then, with this length of legs, its neck was remarkably short, no more than
twelve inches; so that, by straddling with one foot forward and the other
backward, it grazed on the plain ground, with the greatest difficulty, between
its legs: the ears were vast and lopping, and as long as the neck; the head was
about twenty inches long, and ass-like; and had such a redundancy of upper lip
as I never saw before, with huge nostrils. This lip, travellers say, is
esteemed a dainty dish in North America. It is very reasonable to suppose that
this creature supports itself chiefly by browsing of trees, and by wading after
water-plants; towards which way of livelihood the length of leg and great lip
must contribute much. I have read somewhere that it delights in eating the
nymphaea, or water-lily. From the fore-feet to the belly behind the shoulder it
measured three feet and eight inches: the length of the legs before and behind
consisted a great deal in the tibia, which was strangely long; but in my haste
to get out of the stench, I forgot to measure that joint exactly. Its scut
seemed to be about an inch long; the colour was a grizzly black; the mane about
four inches long; the fore-hoofs were upright and shapely, the hind flat and
splayed. The spring before it was only two years old, so that most probably it
was not then come to its growth. What a vast tall beast must a full-grown stag
be! I have been told some arrive at ten feet and an half! This poor creature
had at first a female companion of the same species, which died the spring
before. In the same garden was a young stag, or red deer, between whom and this
moose it was hoped that there might have been a breed; but their inequality of
height must have always been a bar to any commerce of the amorous kind. I
should have been glad to have examined the teeth, tongue, lips, hoofs, etc.,
minutely; but the putrefaction precluded all further curiosity. This animal,
the keeper told me, seemed to enjoy itself best in the extreme frost of the
former winter. In the house they showed me the horn of a male moose, which had
no front-antlers, but only a broad palm with some snags on the edge. The noble
owner of the dead moose proposed to make a skeleton of her bones.</p>
<p>Please to let me hear if my female moose corresponds with that you saw; and
whether you think still that the American moose and European elk are the same
creature.</p>
<p>I am,</p>
<p>With the greatest esteem. etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXIX</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, May 12, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Last month we had such a series of cold turbulent weather, such a constant
succession of frost, and snow, and hail, and tempest, that the regular
migration or appearance of the summer birds was much interrupted. Some did not
show themselves (at least were not heard) till weeks after their usual time; as
the black-cap and white-throat; and some have not been heard yet, as the
grasshopper-lark and largest willow-wren. As to the fly-catcher, I have not
seen it; it is indeed one of the latest, but should appear about this time: and
yet, amidst all this meteorous strife and war of the elements, two swallows
discovered themselves as long ago as the eleventh of April, in frost and snow;
but they withdrew quickly, and were not visible again for many days.
House-martins, which are always more backward than swallows, were not observed
till May came in.</p>
<p>Among the monogamous birds several are to be found, after pairing-time, single,
and of each sex: but whether this state of celibacy is matter of choice or
necessity, is not so easily discoverable. When the house-sparrows deprive my
martins of their nests, as soon as I cause one to be shot, the other, be it
cock or hen, presently procures a mate, and so for several times following.</p>
<p>I have known a dove-house infested by a pair of white owls, which made great
havoc among the young pigeons: one of the owls was shot as soon as possible;
but the survivor readily found a mate, and the mischief went on. After some
time the new pair were both destroyed, and the annoyance ceased.</p>
<p>Another instance I remember of a sportsman, whose zeal for the increase of his
game being greater than his humanity, after pairing-time he always shot the
cock-bird of every couple of partridges upon his grounds; supposing that the
rivalry of many males interrupted the breed: he used to say, that, though he
had widowed the same hen several times, yet he found she was still provided
with a fresh paramour, that did not take her away from her usual haunt.</p>
<p>Again; I knew a lover of setting, an old sportsman, who has often told me that
soon after harvest he has frequently taken small coveys of partridges,
consisting of cock-birds alone; these he pleasantly used to call old bachelors.</p>
<p>There is a propensity belonging to common house-cats that is very remarkable; I
mean their violent fondness for fish, which appears to be their most favourite
food: and yet nature in this instance seems to have planted in them an appetite
that, unassisted, they know not how to gratify: for of all quadrupeds cats are
the least disposed towards water; and will not, when they can avoid it, deign
to wet a foot, much less to plunge into that element.</p>
<p>Quadrupeds that prey on fish are amphibious: such is the otter, which by nature
is so well formed for diving, that it makes great havoc among the inhabitants
of the waters. Not supposing that we had any of those beasts in our shadow
brooks, I was much pleased to see a male otter brought to me, weighing
twenty-one pounds, that had been shot on the bank of our stream below the
Priory, where the rivulet divides the parish of Selborne from Harteley-wood.</p>
<h2>Letter XXX</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Aug. 1, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The French, I think, in general, are strangely prolix in their natural history.
What Linnaeus says with respect to insects holds good in every other branch:
‘Verbositas praesentis saeculi, calamitas artis.’</p>
<p>Pray how do you approve of Scopoli’s new work? As I admire his
Entomologia, I long to see it.</p>
<p>I forgot to mention in my last letter (and had not room to insert in the
former) that the male moose, in rutting time, swims from island to island, in
the lakes and rivers of North America, in pursuit of the females. My friend,
the chaplain, saw one killed in the water as it was on that errand in the river
St. Lawrence: it was a monstrous beast, he told me; but he did not take the
dimensions.</p>
<p>When I was last in town our friend Mr. Barrington most obligingly carried me to
see many curious sights. As you were then writing to him about horns, he
carried me to see many strange and wonderful specimens. There is, I remember,
at Lord Pembroke’s, at Wilton, an horn room furnished with more than
thirty different pairs; but I have not seen that house lately.</p>
<p>Mr. Barrington showed me many astonishing collections of stuffed and living
birds from all quarters of the world. After I had studied over the latter for a
time, I remarked that every species almost that came from distant regions, such
as South America, the coast of Guinea, etc., were thick-billed birds of the
loxia and fringilla genera; and no motacillae, or muscicapae, were to be met
with. When I came to consider, the reason was obvious enough; for the
hard-billed birds subsist on seeds, which are easily carried on board; while
the soft-billed birds, which are supported by worms and insects, or, what is a
succedaneum for them, fresh raw meat, can meet with neither in long and tedious
voyages. It is from this defect of food that our collections (curious as they
are) are defective, and we are deprived of some of the most delicate and lively
genera.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXI</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Sept. 14, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>You saw, I find, the ring-ousels again among their native crags; and are
farther assured that they continue resident in those cold regions the whole
year. From whence, then, do our ring-ousels migrate so regularly every
September, and make their appearance again, as if in their return, every April?
They are more early this year than common, for some were seen at the usual hill
on the fourth of this month.</p>
<p>An observing Devonshire gentleman tells me that they frequent some parts of
Dartmoor, and breed there; but leave those haunts about the end of September or
beginning of October, and return again about the end of March.</p>
<p>Another intelligent person assures me that they breed in great abundance all
over the Peak of Derby, and are called there tor-ousels; withdraw in October
and November, and return in spring. This information seems to throw some light
on my new migration.</p>
<p>Scopoli’s* new work (which I have just procured) has its merits in
ascertaining many of the birds of the Tirol and Carniola. Monographers, come
from whence they may, have, I think, fair presence to challenge some regard and
approbation from the lovers of natural history; for, as no man can alone
investigate all the works of nature, these partial writers may, each in their
department, be more accurate in their discoveries, and freer from errors, than
more general writers; and so by degrees may pave the way to an universal
correct natural history. Not that Scopoli is so circumstantial and attentive to
the life and conversation of his birds as I could wish: he advances some false
facts; as when he says of the hirundo urbica that ‘pullos extra nidum non
nutrit.’ This assertion I know to be wrong from repeated observations
this summer, for house-martins do feed their young flying, though it must be
acknowledged not so commonly as the house-swallow; and the feat is done in so
quick a manner as not to be perceptible to indifferent observers. He also
advances some (I was going to say) improbable facts; as when he says of the
woodcock that, ‘pullos rostra portat fugiens ab hoste.’ But candour
forbids me to say absolutely that any fact is false, because I have never been
witness to such a fact. I have only to remark that the long unwieldy bill of
the woodcock is perhaps the worst adapted of any among the winged creation for
such a feat of natural affection.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Annus Primus Historico-Naturalis.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXII</h2>
<p class="center">
T Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, October 29, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>After an ineffectual search in Linnaeus, Brisson, etc., I begin to suspect that
I discern my brother’s hirundo hyberna in Scopoli’s new discovered
hirundo rupestris, p. 167. His description of ‘Supra murina, subtus
albida; rectrices macula ovali alba in latere inferno; pedes nudi, nigri;
rostrum nigrum; remiges obscuriores quam plumae dorsales; rectrices remigibus
concolores; cauda emarginata, nec forcipata,’ agrees very well with the
bird in question; but when he comes to advance that it is ‘statura
hirundinis urbicae,’ and that ‘definitio hirundinis ripariae
Linnaei huic quoque convenit,’ he in some measure invalidates all he has
said; at least he shows at once that he compares them to these species merely
from memory: for I have compared the birds themselves, and find they differ
widely in every circumstance of shape, size, and colour. However, as you will
have a specimen, I shall be glad to hear what your judgment is in the matter.</p>
<p>Whether my brother is forestalled in his nondescript or not, he will have the
credit of first discovering that they spend their winters under the warm and
sheltery shores of Gibraltar and Barbary.</p>
<p>Scopoli’s characters of his ordines and genera are clear, just, and
expressive, and much in the spirit of Linnaeus. These few remarks are the
result of my first perusal of Scopoli’s Annus Primus.</p>
<p>The bane of our science is the comparing one animal to the other by memory: for
want of caution in this particular, Scopoli falls into errors: he is not so
full with regard to the manners of his indigenous birds as might be wished, as
you justly observe: his Latin is easy, elegant, and expressive, and very
superior to Kramer’s.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See his Elenchus vegerabilium et animalium per Austriam inferiorem, etc.</p>
<p>I am pleased to see that my description of the moose corresponds so well with
yours.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Nov. 26, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>I was much pleased to see, among the collection of birds from Gibraltar, some
of those short-winged English summer birds of passage, concerning whose
departure we have made so much inquiry. Now if these birds are found in
Andalusia to migrate to and from Barbary, it may easily be supposed that those
that come to us may migrate back to the continent, and spend their winters in
some of the warmer parts of Europe. This is certain, that many soft-billed
birds that come to Gibraltar appear there only in spring and autumn, seeming to
advance in pairs towards the northward, for the sake of breeding during the
summer months; and retiring in parties and broods towards the south at the
decline of the year: so that the rock of Gibraltar is the great rendezvous, and
place of observation, from whence they take their departure each way towards
Europe or Africa. It is therefore no mean discovery, I think, to find that our
small short-winged summer birds of passage are to be seen spring and autumn on
the very skirts of Europe; it is a presumptive proof of their emigrations.</p>
<p>Scopoli seems to me to have found the hirundo melba, the great Gibraltar swift,
in Tirol, without knowing it. For what is his hirundo alpina but the
afore-mentioned bird in other words? Says he, ‘Omnia prioris’
(meaning the swift); ‘sed pectus album; paulo major priore.’ I do
not suppose this to be a new species. It is true also of the melba, that
‘nidificat in excelsis Alpium rupibus.’ Vid. Annum Primum.</p>
<p>My Sussex friend, a man of observation and good sense, but no naturalist, to
whom I applied on account of the stone curlew, oedicnemus, sends me the
following account: ‘In looking over my Naturalist’s Journal for the
month of April, I find the stone curlews are first mentioned on the seventeenth
and eighteenth, which date seems to me rather late. They live with us all the
spring and summer and at the beginning of autumn prepare to take leave by
getting together in flocks. They seem to me a bird of passage that may travel
into some dry hilly country south of us, probably Spain, because of the
abundance of sheep-walks in that country; for they spend their summers with us
in such districts. This conjecture I hazard, as I have never met with any one
that has seen them in England in the winter. I believe they are not fond of
going near the water, but feed on earth-worms, that are common on sheep-walks
and downs. They breed on fallows and lay-fields abounding with grey mossy
flints, which much resemble their young in colour; among which they skulk and
conceal themselves. They make no nest, but lay their eggs on the bare ground,
producing in common but two at a time. There is reason to think their young run
soon after they are hatched; and that the old ones do not feed them, but only
lead them about at the time of feeding, which, for the most part, is in the
night.’ Thus far my friend.</p>
<p>In the manners of this bird you see there is something very analogous to the
bustard, whom it also somewhat resembles in aspect and make, and in the
structure of its feet.</p>
<p>For a long time I have desired my relation to look out for these birds in
Andalusia; and now he writes me word that, for the first time, he saw one dead
in the market on the 3rd of September.</p>
<p>When the oedicnemus flies it stretches out its legs straight behind, like an
heron.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXIV</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, March 30, 1771.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>There is an insect with us, especially on chalky districts, which is very
troublesome and teasing all the latter end of the summer, getting into
people’s skins, especially those of women and children, and raising
tumours which itch intolerably. This animal (which we call an harvest-bug) is
very minute, scarce discernible to the naked eye; of a bright scarlet colour,
and of the genus of Acarus. They are to to be met with in gardens on
kidney-beans, or any legumens; but prevail only in the hot months of summer.
Warreners, as some have assured me, are much infested by them on chalky downs;
where these insects swarm sometimes to so infinite a degree as to discolour
their nets, and to give them a reddish cast, while the men are so bitten as to
be thrown into fevers.</p>
<p>There is a small long shining fly in these parts very troublesome to the
housewife, by getting into the chimneys, and laying its eggs in the bacon while
it is drying: these eggs produce maggots called jumpers, which, harbouring in
the gammons and best parts of the hogs, eat down to the bone, and make great
waste. This fly I suspect to be a variety of the musca putris of Linnaeus: it
is to be seen in the summer in the farm-kitchens on the bacon-racks and about
the mantelpieces, and on the ceilings.</p>
<p>The insect that infests turnips and many crops in the garden (destroying often
whole fields while in their seedling leaves) is an animal that wants to be
better known. The country people here call it the turnip-fly and black dolphin;
but I know it to be one of the coleoptera; the ‘chrysomela oleracea,
saltatoria, femoribus posficis crassissimis.’ In very hot summers they
abound to an amazing degree, and as you walk in a field or in a garden, make a
pattering like rain, by jumping on the leaves of the turnips or cabbages.</p>
<p>There is an oestrus, known in these parts to every ploughboy; which, because it
is omitted by Linnaeus, is also passed over by late writers, and that is the
curvicauda of old Moufet, mentioned by Derham in his Physico-theology, p. 250:
an insect worthy of remark for depositing its eggs as it flies in so dexterous
a manner on the single hairs of the legs and flanks of grass-horses. But then
Derham is mistaken when he advances that this oestrus is the parent of that
wonderful star-tailed maggot which he mentions afterwards; for more modern
entomologists have discovered that singular production to be derived from the
egg of the musca chamaeleon: see Geoffrey, t. 17, f. 4.</p>
<p>A full history of noxious insects hurtful in the field, garden, and house,
suggesting all the known and likely means of destroying them, would be allowed
by the public to be a most useful and important work. What knowledge there is
of this sort lies scattered, and wants to be collected; great improvements
would soon follow of course. A knowledge of the properties, oeconomy,
propagation, and in short of the life and conversation of these animals, is a
necessary step to lead us to some method of preventing their depredations.</p>
<p>As far as I am a judge, nothing would recommend entomology more than some neat
plates that should well express the generic distinctions of insects according
to Linnaeus; for I am well assured that many people would study insects, could
they set out with a more adequate notion of those distinctions that can be
conveyed at first by words alone.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXV</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, 1771.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Happening to make a visit to my neighbour’s peacocks, I could not help
observing that the trains of those magnificent birds appear by no means to be
their tails; those long feathers growing not from their uropygium, but all up
their backs. A range of short brown stiff feathers, about six inches long,
fixed in the uropygium, is the real tail, and serves as the fulcrum to prop the
train, which is long and top-heavy, when set on end. When the train is up,
nothing appears of the bird before but its head and neck, but this would not be
the case were those long feathers fixed only in the rump, as may be seen by the
turkey-cock when in a strutting attitude. By a strong muscular vibration these
birds can make the shafts of their long feathers clatter like the swords of a
sword-dancer; they then trample very quick with their feet, and run backwards
towards the females.</p>
<p>I should tell you that I have got an uncommon calculus aegogropila, taken out
of the stomach of a fat ox; it is perfectly round, and about the size of a
large Seville orange; such are, I think, usually flat.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXVI</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Sept. 1771.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The summer through I have seen but two of that large species of bat which I
call vespertilio altivolans, from its manner of feeding high in the air: I
procured one of them, and found it to be a male; and made no doubt, as they
accompanied together, that the other was a female: but, happening in an evening
or two to procure the other likewise, I was somewhat disappointed, when it
appeared to be also of the same sex. This circumstance, and the great scarcity
of this sort, at least in these parts, occasions some suspicions in my mind
whether it is really a species, or whether it may not be the male part of the
more known species, one of which may supply many females; as is known to be the
case in sheep, and some other quadrupeds. But this doubt can only be cleared by
a farther examination, and some attention to the sex, of more specimens: all
that I know at present is, that my two were amply furnished with the parts of
generation, much resembling those of a boar.</p>
<p>In the extent of their wings they measured fourteen inches and an half, and
four inches and an half from the nose to the tip of the tail; their heads were
large, their nostrils bilobated, their shoulders broad and muscular, and their
whole bodies fleshy and plump. Nothing could be more sleek and soft than their
fur, which was of a bright chestnut colour; their maws were full of food, but
so macerated that the quality could not be distinguished; their livers,
kidneys, and hearts were large, and their bowels covered with fat. They weighed
each, when entire, full one ounce and one drachm. Within the ear there was
somewhat of a peculiar structure that I did not understand perfectly; but refer
it to the observation of the curious anatomist. These creatures send forth a
vary rancid and offensive smell.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXVII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, 1771.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>On the twelfth of July I had a fair opportunity of contemplating the motions of
the caprimulgus, or fern-owl, as it was playing round a large oak that swarmed
with scarabaei solstitiales, or fern-chafers. The powers of its wing were
wonderful, exceeding, if possible, the various evolutions and quick turns of
the swallow genus. But the circumstance that pleased me most was that I saw it
distinctly, more than once, put out its short leg while on the wing, and, by a
bend of the head, deliver somewhat into its mouth. If it takes any part of its
prey with its foot, as I have now the greatest reason to suppose it does these
chafers, I no longer wonder at the use of its middle toe, which is curiously
furnished with a serrated claw.</p>
<p>Swallows and martins, the bulk of them, I mean, have forsaken us sooner this
year than usual; for, on September the twenty-second, they rendezvoused in a
neighbour’s walnut-tree, where it seemed probable they had taken up their
lodging for the night. At the dawn of the day, which was foggy, they arose all
together in infinite numbers, occasioning such a rushing from the strokes of
their wings against the hazy air, as might be heard to a considerable distance:
since that no flock has appeared, only a few stragglers.</p>
<p>Some swifts staid late, till the twenty-second of August —a rare
instance! for they usually withdraw within the first week.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See Letter LIII to Mr. Barrington.</p>
<p>On September the twenty-fourth three or four ring-ousels appeared in my fields
for the first time this season: how punctual are these visitors in their
autumns and spring migrations!</p>
<h2>Letter XXXVIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, March 15, 1773.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>By my journal for last autumn it appears that the house-martins bred very late,
and staid very late in these parts; for, on the first of October, I saw young
martins in their nests nearly fledged; and again, on the twenty-first of
October, we had at the next house a nest full of young martins just ready to
fly; and the old ones were hawking for insects with great alertness. The next
morning the brood forsook their nest, and were flying round the village. From
this day I never saw one of the swallow kind till November the third; when
twenty, or perhaps thirty, house-martins were playing all day long by the side
of the hanging wood, and over my fields. Did these small weak birds, some of
which were nestlings twelve days ago, shift their quarters at this late season
of the year to the other side of the northern tropic? Or rather, is it not more
probable that the next church, ruin, chalk-cliff, steep covert, or perhaps
sandbank, lake or pool (as a more northern naturalist would say), may become
their hybernaculum, and afford them a ready and obvious retreat?</p>
<p>We now begin to expect our vernal migration of ring-ousels every week. Persons
worthy of credit assure me that ring-ousels were seen at Christmas 1770 in the
forest of Bere, on the southern verge of this county. Hence we may conclude
that their migrations are only internal, and not extended to the continent
southward, if they do at first come at all from the northern parts of this
island only, and not from the north of Europe. Come from whence they will, it
is plain, from the fearless disregard that they show for men or guns, that they
have been little accustomed to places of much resort. Navigators mention that
in the Isle of Ascension, and other such desolate districts, birds are so
little acquainted with the human form that they settle on men’s
shoulders; and have no more dread of a sailor than they would have of a goat
that was grazing. A young man at Lewes, in Sussex, assured me that about seven
years ago ring-ousels abounded so about that town in the autumn that he killed
sixteen himself in one afternoon: he added farther, that some had appeared
since in every autumn; but he could not find that any had been observed before
the season in which he shot so many. I myself have found these birds in little
parties in the autumn cantoned all along the Sussex-downs, wherever there were
shrubs and bushes, from Chichester to Lewes; particularly in the autumn of
1770.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXIX</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Nov. 9, 1773.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>As you desire me to send you such observations as may occur, I take the liberty
of making the following remarks, that you may, according as you think me right
or wrong, admit or reject what I here advance, in your intended new edition of
the British Zoology.</p>
<p>The osprey was shot about a year ago at Frinshampond, a great lake, at about
six miles from hence, while it was sitting on the handle of a plough and
devouring a fish: it used to precipitate itself into the water, and so take its
prey by surprise.</p>
<p>A great ash-coloured butcher-bird was shot last winter in Tisted-park, and a
red-backed butcher-bird at Selborne: they are rarae aves in this country.</p>
<p>Crows go in pairs the whole year round.</p>
<p>Cornish choughs abound, and breed on Beachy-head and on all the cliffs of the
Sussex coast.</p>
<p>The common wild-pigeon, or stock-dove, is a bird of passage in the south of
England, seldom appearing till towards the end of November; is usually the
latest winter bird of passage. Before our beechen woods were so much destroyed
we had myriads of them, reaching in strings for a mile together as they went
out in a morning to feed. They leave us early in spring; where do they breed?</p>
<p>The people of Hampshire and Sussex call the missel-bird the storm-cock, because
it sings early in the spring in blowing showery weather; its song often
commences with the year: with us it builds much in orchards.</p>
<p>A gentleman assures me that he has taken the nests of ring-ousels on Dartmoor:
they build in banks on the sides of streams.</p>
<p>Titlarks not only sing sweetly as they sit on trees, but also as they play and
toy about on the wing; and particularly while they are descending, and
sometimes as they stand on the ground.</p>
<p>Adamson’s testimony seems to me to be a very poor evidence that European
swallows migrate during our winter to Senegal: he does not talk at all like an
ornithologist; and probably saw only the swallows of that country, which I know
build within Governor O’Hara’s hall against the roof. Had he known
European swallows, would he not have mentioned the species ?</p>
<p>The house-swallow washes by dropping into the water as it flies: this species
appears commonly about a week before the house-martin, and about ten or twelve
days before the swift.</p>
<p>In 1772 there were young house-martins in their nest till October the
twenty-third.</p>
<p>The swift appears about ten or twelve days later than the house-swallow: viz.,
about the twenty-fourth or twenty-sixth of April.</p>
<p>Whin-chats and stone-chattel stay with us the whole year.</p>
<p>Some wheat-ears continue with us the winter through.</p>
<p>Wagtails, all sorts, remain with us all the winter.</p>
<p>Bullfinches, when fed on hempseed, often become wholly black.</p>
<p>We have vast flocks of female chaffinches all the winter, with hardly any males
among them.</p>
<p>When you say that in breeding-time the cock-snipes make a bleating noise, and I
a drumming (perhaps I should have rather said an humming), I suspect we mean
the same thing. However, while they are playing about on the wing they
certainly make a loud piping with their mouths: but whether that bleating or
humming is ventriloquous, or proceeds from the motion of their wings, I cannot
say; but this I know, that when this noise happens the bird is always
descending, and his wings are violently agitated.</p>
<p>Soon after the lapwings have done breeding they congregate, and, leaving the
moors and marshes, betake themselves to downs and sheep-walks.</p>
<p>Two years ago last spring the little auk was found alive and unhurt, but
fluttering and unable to rise, in a lane a few miles from Alresford, where
there is a great lake: it was kept a while, but died.</p>
<p>I saw young teals taken alive in the ponds of Wolmerforest in the beginning of
July last, along with flappers, or young wild-ducks.</p>
<p>Speaking of the swift, that page says ‘its drink the dew’; whereas
it should be ‘it drinks on the wing’; for all the swallow kind sip
their water as they sweep over the face of pools or rivers: like Virgil’s
bees, they drink flying, ‘flumina summa libant.’ In this method of
drinking perhaps this genus may be peculiar.</p>
<p>Of the sedge-bird be pleased to say it sings most part of the night; its notes
are hurrying, but not unpleasing, and imitative of several birds; as the
sparrow, swallow, skylark. When it happens to be silent in the night, by
throwing a stone or clod into the bushes where it sits you immediately set it
a-singing; or in other words, though it slumbers sometimes, yet as soon as it
is awakened it reassumes its song.</p>
<h2>Letter XL</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Sept. 2, 1774.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Before your letter arrived, and of my own accord, I had been remarking and
comparing the tails of the male and female swallow, and this ere any young
broods appeared; so that there was no danger of confounding the dams with their
pulli: and besides, as they were then always in pairs, and busied in the employ
of nidification, there could be no room for mistaking the sexes, nor the
individuals of different chimneys the one for the other. From all my
observations, it constantly appeared that each sex has the long feathers in its
tail that give it that forked shape; with this difference, that they are longer
in the tail of the male than in that of the female.</p>
<p>Nightingales, when their young first come abroad, and are helpless, make a
plaintive and a jarring noise: and also a snapping or cracking, pursuing people
along the hedges as they walk: these last sounds seem intended for menace and
defiance.</p>
<p>The grasshopper-lark chirps all night in the height of summer.</p>
<p>Swans turn white the second year, and breed the third.</p>
<p>Weasels prey on moles, as appears by their being sometimes caught in
mole-traps.</p>
<p>Sparrow-hawks sometimes breed in old crows’ nests, and the kestrel in
churches and ruins.</p>
<p>There are supposed to be two sorts of eels in the island of Ely. The threads
sometimes discovered in eels are perhaps their young: the generation of eels is
very dark and mysterious.</p>
<p>Hen-harriers breed on the ground, and seem never to settle on trees.</p>
<p>When red-starts shake their tails they move them horizontally, as dogs do when
they fawn: the tail of a wagtail, when in motion, bobs up and down like that of
a jaded horse.</p>
<p>Hedge-sparrows have a remarkable flirt with their wings in breeding-time; as
soon as frosty mornings come they make a very piping plaintive noise.</p>
<p>Many birds which become silent about Midsummer reassume their notes again in
September; as the thrush, blackbird, woodlark, willow-wren, etc.; hence August
is by much the most mute month, the spring, summer, and autumn through. Are
birds induced to sing again because the temperament of autumn resembles that of
spring ?</p>
<p>Linnaeus ranges plants geographically; palms inhabit the tropics, grasses the
temperate zones, and mosses and lichens the polar circles; no doubt animals may
be classed in the same manner with propriety.</p>
<p>House-sparrows build under eaves in the spring; as the weather becomes hotter
they get out for coolness, and nest in plum-trees and apple-trees. These birds
have been known sometimes to build in rooks’ nests, and sometimes in the
forks of boughs under rooks’ nests.</p>
<p>As my neighbour was housing a rick he observed that his dogs devoured all the
little red mice that they could catch, but rejected the common mice: and that
his cats ate the common mice, refusing the red.</p>
<p>Red-breasts sing all through the spring, summer, and autumn. The reason that
they are called autumn songsters is, because in the two first seasons their
voices are drowned and lost in the general chorus; in the latter their song
becomes distinguishable. Many songsters of the autumn seem to be the young cock
red-breasts of that year: notwithstanding the prejudices in their favour, they
do much mischief in gardens to the summer-fruits.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* They eat also the berries of the ivy, the honeysuckle, and the euonymus
europaeus, or spindle-tree.</p>
<p>The titmouse, which early in February begins to make two quaint notes, like the
whetting of a saw, is the marsh titmouse: the great titmouse sings with three
cheerful joyous notes, and begins about the same time.</p>
<p>Wrens sing all the winter through, frost excepted.</p>
<p>House-martins came remarkably late this year both in Hampshire and Devonshire:
is this circumstance for or against either hiding or migration ?</p>
<p>Most birds drink sipping at intervals; but pigeons take a long continued
draught, like quadrupeds.</p>
<p>Notwithstanding what I have said in a former letter, no grey crows were ever
known to breed on Dartmoor: it was my mistake.</p>
<p>The appearance and flying of the scarabaeus solstitialis, or fern-chafer,
commence with the month of July, and cease about the end of it. These scarabs
are the constant food of caprimulgi, or fern-owls, through that period. They
abound on the chalky downs and in some sandy districts, but not in the clays.</p>
<p>In the garden of the Black-bear inn in the town of Reading is a stream or canal
running under the stables and out into the fields on the other side of the
road; in this water are many carps, which lie rolling about in sight, being fed
by travellers, who amuse themselves by tossing them bread: but as soon as the
weather grows at all severe these fishes are no longer seen, because they
retire under the stables, where they remain till the return of spring. Do they
lie in a torpid state? if they do not, how are they supported?</p>
<p>The note of the white-throat, which is continually repeated, and often attended
with odd gesticulations on the wing, is harsh and displeasing. These birds seem
of a pugnacious disposition; for they sing with an erected crest and attitudes
of rivalry and defiance; are shy and wild in breeding-time, avoiding
neighbourhoods, and haunting lonely lanes and commons; nay even the very tops
of the Sussex-downs, where there are bushes and covert; but in July and August
they bring their broods into gardens and orchards, and make great havoc among
the summer-fruits.</p>
<p>The black-cap has in common a full, sweet, deep, loud and wild pipe; yet that
strain is of short continuance, and his motions are desultory; but when that
bird sits calmly and engages in song in earnest, he pours forth very sweet, but
inward melody, and expresses great variety of soft and gentle modulations,
superior perhaps to those of any of our warblers, the nightingale excepted.</p>
<p>Black-caps mostly haunt orchards and gardens; while they warble their throats
are wonderfully distended.</p>
<p>The song of the red-start is superior, though somewhat like that of the
white-throat: some birds have a few more notes than others. Sitting very
placidly on the top of a tree in a village, the cock sings from morning to
night: he affects neighbourhoods, and avoids solitude, and loves to build in
orchards and about houses; with us he perches on the vane of a tall maypole.</p>
<p>The fly-catcher is of all our summer birds the most mute and the most familiar:
it also appears the last of any. It builds in a vine, or a sweetbriar, against
the wall of an house, or in the hole of a wall, or on the end of a beam or
plate, and often close to the post of a door where people are going in and out
all day long. This bird does not make the least pretension to song, but uses a
little inward wailing note when it thinks its young in danger from cats or
other annoyances: it breeds but once, and retires early.</p>
<p>Selborne parish alone can and has exhibited at times more than half the birds
that are ever seen in all Sweden; the former has produced more than one hundred
and twenty species, the latter only two hundred and twenty-one. Let me add also
that it has shown near half the species that were ever known in Great Britain.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Sweden, 221; Great Britain, 252 species.</p>
<p>On a retrospect, I observe that my long letter carries with it a quaint and
magisterial air, and is very sententious: but, when I recollect that you
requested stricture and anecdote, I hope you will pardon the didactic manner
for the sake of the information it may happen to contain.</p>
<h2>Letter XLI</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>It is matter of curious inquiry to trace out how those species of soft-billed
birds, that continue with us the winter through, subsist during the dead
months. The imbecility of birds seems not to be the only reason why they shun
the rigour of our winters; for the robust wryneck (so much resembling the hardy
race of wood-peckers) migrates, while the feeble little golden-crowned wren,
that shadow of a bird, braves our severest frosts without availing himself of
houses or villages, to which most of our winter birds crowd in distressful
seasons, while this keeps aloof in fields and woods; but perhaps this may be
the reason why they may often perish, and why they are almost as rare as any
bird we know.</p>
<p>I have no reason to doubt but that the soft-billed birds, which winter with us,
subsist chiefly on insects in their aurelia state. All the species of wagtails
in severe weather haunt shallow streams near their spring-heads, where they
never freeze; and, by wading, pick out the aurelias of the genus of
Phryganeae,* etc.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See Derham’s Physico-theology, p. 235.</p>
<p>Hedge-sparrows frequent sinks and gutters in hard weather, where they pick up
crumbs and other sweepings: and in mild weather they procure worms, which are
stirring every month in the year, as any one may see that will only be at the
trouble of taking a candle to a grass-plot on any mild winter’s night.
Red-breasts and wrens in the winter haunt out-houses, stables, and barns, where
they find spiders and flies that have laid themselves up during the cold
season. But the grand support of the soft-billed birds in winter is that
infinite profusion of aureliae of the lepidoptera ordo, which is fastened to
the twigs of trees and their trunks; to the pales and walls of gardens and
buildings; and is found in every cranny and cleft of rock or rubbish, and even
in the ground itself.</p>
<p>Every species of titmouse winters with us; they have what I call a kind of
intermediate bill between the hard and the soft, between the Linnaean genera of
fringilla and motacilla. One species alone spends its whole time in the woods
and fields, never retreating for succour in the severest seasons to houses and
neighbourhoods; and that is the delicate long-tailed titmouse, which is almost
as minute as the golden-crowned wren: but the blue titmouse, or nun (parus
caeruleus), the cole-mouse (parus ater), the great black-headed titmouse
(fringillago), and the marsh titmouse (parus palustris), all resort, at times,
to buildings; and in hard weather particularly. The great titmouse, driven by
stress of weather, much frequents houses, and, in deep snows, I have seen this
bird, while it hung with its back downwards (to my no small delight and
admiration), draw straw lengthwise from out the eaves of thatched houses, in
order to pull out the flies that were concealed between them, and that in such
numbers that they quite defaced the thatch, and gave it a ragged appearance.</p>
<p>The blue titmouse, or nun, is a great frequenter of houses, and a general
devourer. Beside insects, it is very fond of flesh; for it frequently picks
bones on dung-hills: it is a vast admirer of suet, and haunts butchers’
shops. When a boy, I have known twenty in a morning caught with snap
mousetraps, baited with tallow or suet. It will also pick holes in apples left
on the ground, and be well entertained with the seeds on the head of a
sunflower. The blue, marsh, and great titmice will, in very severe weather,
carry away barley and oat straws from the sides of ricks.</p>
<p>How the wheat-ear and whin-chat support themselves in winter cannot be so
easily ascertained, since they spend their time on wild heaths and warrens; the
former especially, where there are stone quarries: most probably it is that
their maintenance arises from the aureliae of the lepidoptera ordo, which
furnish them with a plentiful table in the wilderness.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XLII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, March 9, 1775.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Some future faunist, a man of fortune, will, I hope, extend his visits to the
kingdom of Ireland; a new field, and a country little known to the naturalist.
He will not, it is to be wished, undertake that tour unaccompanied by a
botanist, because the mountains have scarcely been sufficiently examined; and
the southerly counties of so mild an island may possibly afford some plants
little to be expected within the British dominions. A person of a thinking turn
of mind will draw many just remarks from the modern improvements of that
country, both in arts and agriculture, where premiums obtained long before they
were heard of with us. The manners of the wild natives, their superstitions,
their prejudices, their sordid way of life, will extort from him many useful
reflections. He should also take with him an able draughtsman: for he must by
no means pass over the noble castles and seats, the extensive and picturesque
lakes and water-falls, and the lofty stupendous mountains, so little known, and
so engaging to the imagination when described and exhibited in a lively manner:
such a work would be well received.</p>
<p>As I have seen no modern map of Scotland, I cannot pretend to say how accurate
or particular any such may be; but this I know, that the best old maps of that
kingdom are very defective.</p>
<p>The great obvious defect that I have remarked in all maps of Scotland that have
fallen in my way is, a want of a coloured line, or stroke, that shall exactly
define the just limits of that district called the Highlands. Moreover, all the
great avenues to that mountainous and romantic country want to be well
distinguished. The military roads formed by General Wade are so great and
Roman-like an undertaking that they well merit attention. My old map,
Moll’s Map, takes notice of Fort William; but could not mention the other
forts that have been erected long since: therefore a good representation of the
chain of forts should not be omitted.</p>
<p>The celebrated zigzag up the Coryarich must not be passed over. Mall takes
notice of Hamilton and Drumlanrig, and such capital houses; but a new survey,
no doubt, should represent every seat and castle remarkable for any great
event, or celebrated for its paintings, etc. Lord Breadalbane’s seat and
beautiful policy are too curious and extraordinary to be omitted.</p>
<p>The seat of the Earl of Eglintoun, near Glasgow, is worthy of notice. The pine
plantations of that nobleman are very grand and extensive indeed.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XLIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>A pair of honey-buzzards, buteo opivorus, sive vespivorus Raii, built them a
large shallow nest, composed of twigs and lined with dead beechen leaves, upon
a tall slender beech near the middle of Selborne-hanger, in the summer of 1780.
In the middle of the month of June a bold boy climbed this tree, though
standing on so steep and dizzy a situation, and brought down an egg, the only
one in the nest, which had been sat on for some time, and contained the embrio
of a young bird. The egg was smaller, and not so round as those of the common
buzzard; was dotted at each end with small red spots, and surrounded in the
middle with a broad bloody zone.</p>
<p>The hen-bird was shot, and answered exactly to Mr. Ray’s description of
that species; had a black cere, short thick legs, and a long tail. When on the
wing this species may be easily distinguished from the common buzzard by its
hawk-like appearance, small head, wings not so blunt, and longer tail. This
specimen contained in its craw some limbs of frogs, and many grey snails
without shells. The irides of the eyes of this bird were of a beautiful bright
yellow colour.</p>
<p>About the tenth of July in the same summer a pair of sparrow-hawks bred in an
old crow’s nest on a low beech in the same hanger; and as their brood,
which was numerous, began to grow up, became so daring and ravenous, that they
were a terror to all the dames in the village that had chickens or ducklings
under their care. A boy climbed the tree, and found the young so fledged that
they all escaped from him: but discovered that a good house had been kept: the
larder was well-stored with provisions; for he brought down a young blackbird,
jay, and house martin, all clean picked, and some half devoured. The old birds
had been observed to make sad havoc for some days among the new-flown swallows
and martins, which, being but lately out of their nests, had not acquired those
powers and command of wing that enable them, when more mature, to set such
enemies at defiance.</p>
<h2>Letter XLIV</h2>
<p class="center">
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire</p>
<p>Selborne, Nov. 30, 1780.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Every incident that occasions a renewal of our correspondence will ever be
pleasing and agreeable to me.</p>
<p>As to the wild wood-pigeon, the oenas, or vinago, of Ray, I am much of your
mind; and see no reason for making it the origin of the common house-dove: but
suppose those that have advanced that opinion may have been misled by another
appellation, often given to the oenas, is that of stock-dove.</p>
<p>Unless the stock-dove in the winter varies greatly in manners from itself in
summer, no species seems more unlikely to be domesticated, and to make an
house-dove. We very rarely see the latter settle on trees at all, nor does it
ever haunt the woods; but the former, as long as it stays with us, from
November perhaps to February, lives the same wild life with the ring-dove,
palumbus torquatus; frequents coppices and groves, supports itself chiefly by
mast, and delights to roost in the tallest beeches. Could it be known in what
manner stock-doves build, the doubt would be settled with me at once, provided
they construct their nests on trees, like the ring-dove, as I much suspect they
do.</p>
<p>You received, you say, last spring a stock-dove from Sussex; and are informed
that they sometimes breed in that county. But why did not your correspondent
determine the place of its nidification, whether on rocks, cliffs, or trees ?
If he was not an adroit ornithologist I should doubt the fact, because people
with us perpetually confound the stock-dove with the ring-dove.</p>
<p>For my own part, I readily concur with you in supposing that house-doves are
derived from the small blue rock-pigeon, for many reasons. In the first place,
the wild stock-dove is manifestly larger than the common house-dove, against
the usual rule of domestication, which generally enlarges the breed. Again,
these two remarkable black spots on the remiges of each wing of the stock-dove,
which are so characteristic of the species, would not, one should think, be
totally lost by its being reclaimed; but would often break out among its
descendants. But what is worth an hundred arguments is, the instance you give
in Sir Roger Mostyn’s house-doves, in Caernarvonshire; which, though
tempted by plenty of food and gentle treatment, can never be prevailed on to
inhabit their cote for any time; but as soon as they begin to breed, betake
themselves to the fastnesses of Ormshead, and deposit their young in safety
amidst the inaccessible caverns and precipices of that stupendous promontory.</p>
<p class="poem">
Naturam expellas furcâ, tamen usque recurret.</p>
<p>I have consulted a sportsman, now in his seventy-eighth year, who tells me that
fifty or sixty years back, when the beechen woods were much more extensive than
at present, the number of wood-pigeons was astonishing; that he has often
killed near twenty in a day; and that with a long wildfowl piece he has shot
seven or eight at a time on the wing as they came wheeling over his head: he
moreover adds, which I was not aware of, that often there were among them
little parties of small blue doves, which he calls rockiers. The food of these
numberless emigrants was beech-mast and some acorns; and particularly barley,
which they collected in the stubbles. But of late years, since the vast
increase of turnips, that vegetable has furnished a great part of their support
in hard weather; and the holes they pick in these roots greatly damage the
crop. From this food their flesh has contracted a rancidness which occasions
them to be rejected by nicer judges of eating, who thought them before a
delicate dish. They were shot not only as they were feeding in the fields, and
especially in snowy weather, but also at the close of the evening, by men who
lay in ambush among the woods and groves to kill them as they came in to
roost.* These are the principal circumstances relating to this wonderful
internal migration, which with us takes place towards the end of November, and
ceases early in the spring. Last winter we had in Selborne high wood about an
hundred of these doves; but in former times the flocks were so vast not only
with us but all the district round, that on mornings and evenings they
traversed the air, like rooks, in strings, reaching for a mile together. When
they thus rendezvoused here by thousands, if they happened to be suddenly
roused from their roost-trees on an evening,</p>
<p class="poem">
Their rising all at once was like the sound<br/>
Of thunder heard remote….</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Some old sportsmen say that the main part of these flocks used to withdraw
as soon as the heavy Christmas frosts were over.</p>
<p>It will by no means be foreign to the present purpose to add, that I had a
relation in this neighbourhood who made it a practice for a time, whenever he
could procure the eggs of a ring-dove, to place them under a pair of doves that
were sitting in his own pigeon-house; hoping thereby, if he could bring about
a coalition, to enlarge his breed, and teach his own doves to beat out into the
woods and to support themselves by mast: the plan was plausible, but something
always interrupted the success; for though the birds were usually hatched, and
sometimes grew to half their size, yet none ever arrived at maturity. I myself
have seen these foundlings in their nest displaying a strange ferocity of
nature, so as scarcely to bear to be looked at, and snapping with their bills
by way of menace. In short, they always died, perhaps for want of proper
sustenance: but the owner thought that by their fierce and wild demeanour they
frighted their foster-mothers, and so were starved.</p>
<p>Virgil, as a familiar occurrence, by way of simile, describes a dove haunting
the cavern of a rock in such engaging numbers, that I cannot refrain from
quoting the passage: and John Dryden has rendered it so happily in our
language, that without farther excuse I shall add his translation also.</p>
<p class="poem">
Qualis speluncâ subitò commota Columba,<br/>
Cui domus, et dulces latebroso in pumice nidi,<br/>
Fertur in arva volans, plausumque exterrita pennis<br/>
Dat tecto ingentem—mox aere lapse quieto,<br/>
Radit iter liquidum, celeres neque commovet alas.</p>
<p class="poem">
As when a dove her rocky hold forsakes,<br/>
Rous’d, in her fright her sounding wings she shakes;<br/>
The cavern rings with clattering:—out she flies,<br/>
And leaves her callow care, and cleaves the skies:<br/>
At first she flutters:—but at length she springs<br/>
To smoother flight, and shoots upon her wings.</p>
<p>I am, &c.</p>
<h2>LETTERS to DAINES BARRINGTON</h2>
<h2>Letter I</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, June 30, 1769.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>When I was in town last month I partly engaged that I would sometime do myself
the honour to write to you on the subject of natural history: and I am the more
ready to fulfil my promise, because I see you are a gentleman of great candour,
and one that will make allowances; especially where the writer professes to be
an out-door naturalist, one that takes his observations from the subject
itself, and not from the writings of others.</p>
<p>The following is a List of the Summer Birds of Passage which I have discovered
in this neighbourhood, ranged somewhat in the order in which they appear.</p>
<p>Usually appears about:</p>
<p>1. Wry-neck, Raii nomina: Jynx, sive torquilla: The middle of March: harsh
note.</p>
<p>2. Smallest willow-wren, Regulus non cristatus: March 23: chirps till
September.</p>
<p>3. Swallow, Hirundo domestica: April 13.</p>
<p>4. Martin, Hirundo rustica: Ditto.</p>
<p>5. Sand-martin, Hirundo riparia: Ditto.</p>
<p>6. Black-cap, Atricapilla: Ditto: a sweet wild note.</p>
<p>7. Nightingale, Luscinia: Beginning of April.</p>
<p>8. Cuckoo, Cuculus: Middle of April.</p>
<p>9. Middle willow-wren, Regulus non cristatus: Ditto, a sweet plaintive note.</p>
<p>10. White-throat, Ficedulae affinis: Middle of April: mean note; sings on till
September.</p>
<p>11. Red-start, Ruticilla: Ditto: more agreeable song.</p>
<p>12. Stone curlew, OEdicnemus: End of March; loud nocturnal whistle.</p>
<p>13. Turtle-dove, Turtur:</p>
<p>14. Grasshopper-lark, Alauda minima locustae voce: Middle of April: a small
sibilous note, till the end of July.</p>
<p>15. Swift, Hirundo apus: About April 27.</p>
<p>16. Less reed-sparrow, Passer arundinaceus minor: A sweet polyglot, but
hurrying: it has the notes of many birds.</p>
<p>17. Land-rail, Ortygometra: A loud harsh note, crex, crex.</p>
<p>18. Largest willow-wren, Regulus non cristatus: Cantat voce stridula locustae;
end of April, on the tops of high beeches.</p>
<p>19. Goat-sucker, or fern-owl, Caprimulgus: Beginning of May; chatters by night
with a singular noise.</p>
<p>20. Fly-catcher, Stoparola: May 12. A very mute bird: this is the latest summer
bird of passage.</p>
<p>This assemblage of curious and amusing birds belongs to ten several genera of
the Linnaean system; and are all of the ordo of passeres, save the jynx and
cuculus, which are picae, and the charadrius (oedicnemus) and rallus
(ortygometra) which are grallae.</p>
<p>These birds, as they stand numerically, belong to the following Linnaean
genera:</p>
<p>1. Jynx.</p>
<p>2, 6, 7, 9, 10, 11, 16, 18. Motacilla.</p>
<p>3, 4, 5, 15. Hirundo.</p>
<p>8. Cuculus.</p>
<p>12. Charadrius.</p>
<p>13. Columba.</p>
<p>17. Rallus.</p>
<p>19. Caprimulgus.</p>
<p>14. Alauda.</p>
<p>20. Muscicapa.</p>
<p>Most soft-billed birds live on insects, and not on grain and seeds; and
therefore at the end of summer they retire: but the following soft-billed
birds, though insect-eaters, stay with us the year round:</p>
<p>Red-breast, Raii nomina: Rubecula:</p>
<p>Wren, Passer troglodytes: These frequent houses; and haunt outbuildings in the
winter; eat spiders.</p>
<p>Hedge-sparrow, Curruca: Haunt sinks for crumbs and other sweepings.</p>
<p>White-wagtail, Motacilla alba:</p>
<p>Yellow-wagtail, Motacilla flava:</p>
<p>Grey-wagtail, Motacilla cinerea: These frequent shallow rivulets near the
spring heads, where they never freeze: eat the aureliae of Phryganea. The
smallest birds that walk.</p>
<p>Wheat-ear, Oenanthe: Some of these are to be seen with us the winter through.</p>
<p>Whin-chat, OEnanthe secunda:</p>
<p>Stone-chatter, OEnanthe tertia:</p>
<p>Golden-crowned wren, Regulus cristatus: This is the smallest British bird:
haunts the tops of tall trees; stays the winter through.</p>
<p>A List of the Winter Birds of Passage round this neighbourhood, ranged somewhat
in the order in which they appear:</p>
<p>1. Ring-ousel, Raii nomina: Merula torquata: This is a new migration which I
have lately discovered about Michaelmas week, and again about the fourteenth
of March.</p>
<p>2. Redwing, Turdus iliacus: About Michaelmas.</p>
<p>3. Fieldfare, Turdus pilaris, Though a percher by day, roosts on the ground.</p>
<p>4. Royston-crew, Cornix cinerea: Most frequent on downs.</p>
<p>5. Wood-cock, Scolopax: Appears about old Michaelmas.</p>
<p>6. Snipe, Gallinago minor: Some snipes constantly breed with us.</p>
<p>7. Jack-snipe, Gallinago minima:</p>
<p>8. Wood-pigeon, OEnas: Seldom appears till late: not in such plenty as
formerly.</p>
<p>9. Wild-swan, Cygnus ferus: On some large waters.</p>
<p>10. Wild-goose, Anser ferus:</p>
<p>11. Wild-duck, Anas torquata minor:</p>
<p>12. Pochard, Anas fera fusca:</p>
<p>13. Widgeon, Penelope:</p>
<p>14. Teal, breeds with us in Wolmer-forest, Querquedula: On our lakes and
streams.</p>
<p>15. Gross-beak, Coccothraustes:</p>
<p>16. Cross-bill, Loxia:</p>
<p>17. Silk-tail, Garrulus bohemicus: These are only wanderers that appear
occasionally, and are not observant of any regular migration.</p>
<p>These birds, as they stand numerically, belong to the following Linnaean
genera:</p>
<p>1, 2, 3. Turdus.</p>
<p>4. Corvus.</p>
<p>5, 6, 7. Scolopax.</p>
<p>8. Columba.</p>
<p>9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14. Anas.</p>
<p>15, 16. Loxia.</p>
<p>17. Ampelis.</p>
<p>Birds that sing in the night are but few:</p>
<p>Nightingale, Luscinia: ‘In shadiest covert hid.’—MILTON.</p>
<p>Woodlark, Alauda arborea: Suspended in mid air.</p>
<p>Less reed-sparrow, Passer arundinaceus minor: Among reeds and willows.</p>
<p>I should now proceed to such birds as continue to sing after Midsummer, but, as
they are rather numerous, they would exceed the bounds of this paper: besides,
as this is now the season for remarking on that subject, I am willing to repeat
my observations on some birds concerning the continuation of whose song I seem
at present to have some doubt.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter II</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Nov. 2, 1769.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>When I did myself the honour to write to you about the end of last June on the
subject of natural history, I sent you a list of the summer birds of passage
which I have observed in this neighbourhood; and also a list of the winter
birds of passage; I mentioned besides those soft-billed birds that stay with us
the winter through in the south of England, and those that are remarkable for
singing in the night.</p>
<p>According to my proposal, I shall now proceed to such birds (singing birds
strictly so called) as continue in full song till after Midsummer; and shall
range them somewhat in the order in which they first begin to open as the
spring advances.</p>
<p>1. Woodlark, Raii nomina: Alauda arborea: In January, and continues to sing
through all the summer and autumn.</p>
<p>2. Song-thrush, Turdus simpliciter dictus: In February and on to August,
reassume their song in autumn.</p>
<p>3. Wren, Passer troglodytes: All the year, hard frost excepted.</p>
<p>4. Red-breast, Rubecula: Ditto.</p>
<p>5. Hedge-sparrow, Curruca: Early in February to July the 10th.</p>
<p>6. Yellow-hammer, Emberiza flava: Early in February, and on through July to
August the 21st.</p>
<p>7. Skylark, Alauda vulgaris: In February, and on to October.</p>
<p>8. Swallow, Hirundo domestica: From April to September.</p>
<p>9. Black-cap, Atricapilla: Beginning of April to July 13.</p>
<p>10. Titlark, Alauda pratorum: From middle of April to July the 16th.</p>
<p>11. Blackbird, Merula vulgaris: Sometimes in February and March, and so on to
July the twenty third; reassumes in autumn.</p>
<p>12. White-throat, Ficedulcae affinis: In April and on to July 23.</p>
<p>13. Goldfinch, Carduelis: April and through to September 16.</p>
<p>14. Greenfinch, Chloris: On to July and August 2.</p>
<p>15. Less reed-sparrow, Passer arundinaceus minor: May, on to beginning of July.</p>
<p>16. Common linnet, Linaria vulgaris: Breeds and whistles on till August;
reassumes its note when they begin to congregate in October, and again early
before the flock separate.</p>
<p>Birds that cease to be in full song, and are usually silent at or before
Midsurnmer:</p>
<p>17. Middle willow-wren, Regulus non cristatus: Middle of June: begins in April.</p>
<p>18. Red-start, Ruticilla: Middle of June: begins in May.</p>
<p>19. Chaffinch, Fringilla: Beginning of June: sings first in February.</p>
<p>20. Nightingale, Luscinia: Middle of June: sings first in April.</p>
<p>Birds that sing for a short tune, and very early in the spring:</p>
<p>21. Missel-bird, Turdus viscivorus: January the 2nd, 1770, in February. Is
called in Hampshire and Sussex the storm-cock, because its song is supposed to
forebode windy wet weather: is the largest singing bird we have.</p>
<p>22. Great tit-mouse, or ox-eye, Fringillago: In February, March, April:
reassumes for a short time in September.</p>
<p>Birds that have somewhat of a note or song, and yet are hardly to be called
singing birds:</p>
<p>23. Golden-crowned wren, Regulus cristatus: Its note as minute as its person;
frequents the tops of high oaks and firs; the smallest British bird.</p>
<p>24. Marsh titmouse, Parus palustris: Haunts great woods; two harsh sharp notes.</p>
<p>25. Small willow-wren, Regulus non cristatus: Sings in March and on to
September.</p>
<p>26. Largest ditto, Ditto: Cantat voce stridula locustae: from end of April to
August.</p>
<p>27. Grasshopper-lark, Alauda minima voce locustae: Chirps all night, from the
middle of April to the end of July</p>
<p>28. Martin, Hirundo agrestis: All the breeding time; from May to September.</p>
<p>29. Bullfinch, Pyrrhula:</p>
<p>30. Bunting, Emberiza alba: From the end of January to July.</p>
<p>All singing birds, and those that have any pretensions to song, not only in
Britain, but perhaps the world through, come under the Linnaean ordo of
passeres.</p>
<p>The above-mentioned birds, as they stand numerically, belong to the following
Linnaean genera.</p>
<p>1, 7, 10, 27. Alauda.</p>
<p>2, 11, 21. Turdus.</p>
<p>3, 4, 5, 9, 12, 15, 17, 18, 20, 23, 25, 26. Motacilla.</p>
<p>6, 30. Emberiza.</p>
<p>8, 28. Hirundo.</p>
<p>13, 16, 19. Pringilla.</p>
<p>22, 24. Parus.</p>
<p>14, 29. Loxia.</p>
<p>Birds that sing as they fly are but few:</p>
<p>Skylark, Raii nomina. Alauda vulgaris: Rising, suspended, and falling.</p>
<p>Titlark, Alauda pratorum: In its descent; also sitting on trees, and walking on
the ground.</p>
<p>Woodlark, Alauda arborea: Suspended; in hot summer nights all night long.</p>
<p>Blackbird, Merula: Sometimes from bush to bush.</p>
<p>White-throat, Ficedulae affinis: Uses when singing on the wing odd jerks and
gesticulations.</p>
<p>Swallow, Hirundo domestica: In soft sunny weather.</p>
<p>Wren, Passer troglodytes: Sometimes from bush to bush.</p>
<p>Birds that breed most early in these parts:</p>
<p>Raven, Corvus: Hatches in February and March.</p>
<p>Song-thrush, Turdus: In March.</p>
<p>Blackbird, Merula: In March.</p>
<p>Rook, Cornix frugilega: Builds the beginning of March.</p>
<p>Woodlark, Alauda arborea: Hatches in April.</p>
<p>Ring-dove, Palurnbus torquatus: Lays the beginning of April.</p>
<p>All birds that continue in full song till after Midsummer appear to me to breed
more than once.</p>
<p>Most kinds of birds seem to me to be wild and shy somewhat in proportion to
their bulk; I mean in this island, where they are much pursued and annoyed: but
in Ascension-island, and many other desolate places, mariners have found fowls
so unacquainted with an human figure, that they would stand still to be taken;
as is the case with boobies, etc. As an example of what is advanced, I remark
that the golden-crested wren (the smallest British bird) will stand unconcerned
till you come within three or four yards of it, while the bustard (otis), the
largest British land fowl, does not care to admit a person within so many
furlongs.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter III</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Jan. 15, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>It was no small matter of satisfaction to me to find that you were not
displeased with my little methodus of birds. If there was any merit in the
sketch, it must be owing to its punctually. For many months I carried a list in
my pocket of the birds that were to be remarked, and, as I rode or walked about
my business, I noted each day the continuance or omission of each bird’s
song; so that I am as sure of the certainty of my facts as a man can be of any
transaction whatsoever.</p>
<p>I shall now proceed to answer the several queries which you put in your two
obliging letters, in the best manner that I am able. Perhaps Eastwick, and its
environs, where you heard so very few birds, is not a woodland country, and
therefore not stocked with such songsters. If you will cast your eye on my last
letter, you will find that many species continued to warble after the beginning
of July.</p>
<p>The titlark and yellowhammer breed late, the latter very late; and therefore it
is no wonder that they protract their song; for I lay it down as a maxim in
ornithology, that as long as there is any incubation going on there is music.
As to the red-breast and wren, it is well known to the most incurious observer
that they whistle the year round, hard frost excepted; especially the latter.</p>
<p>It was not in my power to procure you a black-cap, or a less reed-sparrow, or
sedge-bird, alive. As the first is undoubtedly, and the last, as far as I can
yet see, a summer bird of passage, they would require more nice and curious
management in a cage than I should be able to give them; they are both
distinguished songsters. The note of the former has such a wild sweetness that
it always brings to my mind those lines in a song in As You Like It,</p>
<p class="poem">
And tune his merry note<br/>
Unto the wild bird’s throat.—Shakespeare.</p>
<p>The latter has a surprising variety of notes resembling the song of several
other birds; but then it also has an hurrying manner, not at all to its
advantage; it is notwithstanding a delicate polyglot.</p>
<p>It is new to me that titlarks in cages sing in the night; perhaps only caged
birds do so. I once knew a tame red-breast in a cage that always sang as long
as candles were in the room; but in their wild state no one supposes they sing
in the night.</p>
<p>I should be almost ready to doubt the fact, that there are to be seen much
fewer birds in July than in any former month, notwithstanding so many young are
hatched daily. Sure I am that it is far otherwise with respect to the swallow
tribe, which increases prodigiously as the summer advances: and I saw, at the
time mentioned, many hundreds of young wagtails on the banks of the Cherwell,
which almost covered the meadows. If the matter appears as you say in the other
species, may it not be owing to the dams being engaged in incubation, while the
young are concealed by the leaves ?</p>
<p>Many times have I had the curiosity to open the stomachs of woodcocks and
snipes; but nothing ever occurred that helped to explain to me what their
subsistence might be: all that I could ever find was a soft mucus, among which
lay many pellucid small gravels.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter IV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Feb. 19, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Your observation that ‘the cuckoo does not deposit its egg
indiscriminately in the nest of the first bird that comes in its way, but
probably looks out a nurse in some degree congenerous, with whom to intrust its
young,’ is perfectly new to me; and struck me so forcibly, that I
naturally fell into a train of thought that led me to consider whether the fact
was so, and what reason there was for it. When I came to recollect and inquire,
I could not find that any cuckoo had ever been seen in these parts, except in
the nest of the wagtail, the hedge-sparrow, the titlark, the white-throat, and
the red-breast, all soft-billed insectivorous birds. The excellent Mr.
Willughby mentions the nest of the palumbus (ring-dove), and of the fringilla
(chaffinch), birds that subsist on acorns and grains, and such hard food: but
then he does not mention them as of his own knowledge; but says afterwards that
he saw himself a wagtail feeding a cuckoo. It appears hardly possible that a
soft-billed bird should subsist on the same food with the hard-billed: for the
former have thin membranaceous stomachs suited to their soft food; while the
latter, the granivorous tribe, have strong muscular gizzards, which, like
mills, grind, by the help of small gravels and pebbles, what is swallowed. This
proceeding of the cuckoo, of dropping its eggs as it were by chance, is such a
monstrous outrage on maternal affection, one of the first great dictates of
nature, and such a violence on instinct, that, had it only been related of a
bird in the Brazils, or Peru, it would never have merited our belief. But yet,
should it farther appear that this simple bird, when divested of the natural
στοργὴ that seems to raise the kind in general above themselves, and inspire
them with extraordinary degrees of cunning and address, may be still endued
with a more enlarged faculty of discerning what species are suitable and
congenerous nursing-mothers for its disregarded eggs and young, and may deposit
them only under their care, this would be adding wonder to wonder, and
instancing in a fresh manner that the methods of Providence are not subjected
to any mode or rule, but astonish us in new lights, and in various and
changeable appearances.</p>
<p>What was said by a very ancient and sublime writer concerning the defect of
natural affection in the ostrich, may be well applied to the bird we are
talking of:</p>
<p class="poem">
‘She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not
hers:<br/>
Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he imparted to her
understanding.’*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Job xxxix. 16, 17.</p>
<p>Query.—Does each female cuckoo lay but one egg in a season, or does she
drop several in different nests according as opportunity offers?</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter V</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, April 12, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>I heard many birds of several species sing last year after Midsummer; enough to
prove that the summer solstice is not the period that puts a stop to the music
of the woods. The yellowhammer no doubt persists with more steadiness than any
other; but the woodlark, the wren, the red-breast, the swallow, the
white-throat, the goldfinch, the common linnet, are all undoubted instances of
the truth of what I advance.</p>
<p>If this severe season does not interrupt the regularity of the summer
migrations, the black-cap will be here in two or three days. I wish it was in
my power to procure you one of those songsters; but I am no birdcatcher; and so
little used to birds in a cage, that I fear if I had one it would soon die for
want of skill in feeding.</p>
<p>Was your reed-sparrow, which you kept in a cage, the thick-billed reed-sparrow
of the Zoology, p. 320; or was it the less reed-sparrow of Ray, the sedge-bird
of Mr. Pennant’s last publication, p. 16?</p>
<p>As to the matter of long-billed birds growing fatter in moderate frosts, I have
no doubt within myself what should be the reason. The thriving at those times
appears to me to arise altogether from the gentle check which the cold throws
upon insensible perspiration. The case is just the same with blackbirds, etc.;
and farmers and warreners observe, the first, that their hogs fat more kindly
at such times, and the latter that the rabbits are never in such good case as
in a gentle frost. But when frosts are severe, and of long continuance, the
case is soon altered; for then a want of food soon overbalances the repletion
occasioned by a checked perspiration. I have observed, moreover, that some
human constitutions are more inclined to plumpness in winter than in summer.</p>
<p>When birds come to suffer by severe frost, I find that the first that fail and
die are the redwing-fieldfares, and then the song-thrushes.</p>
<p>You wonder, with good reason, that the hedge-sparrows, etc., can be induced to
sit at all on the egg of the cuckoo without being scandalized at the vast
disproportioned size of the supposititious egg; but the brute creation, I
suppose, have very little idea of size, colour, or number. For the common hen,
I know, when the fury of incubation is on her, will sit on a single shapeless
stone instead of a nest full of eggs that have been withdrawn: and, moreover, a
hen-turkey, in the same circumstances, would sit on in the empty nest till she
perished with hunger.</p>
<p>I think the matter might easily be determined whether a cuckoo lays one or two
eggs, or more, in a season, by opening a female during the laying-time. If more
than one was come down out of the ovary, and advanced to a good size, doubtless
then she would that spring lay more than one.</p>
<p>I will endeavour to get a hen, and to examine.</p>
<p>Your supposition that there may be some natural obstruction in singing birds
while they are mute, and that when this is removed the song recommences is new
and bold; I wish you could discover some good grounds for this suspicion.</p>
<p>I was glad you were pleased with my specimen of the caprimulgus, or fern-owl;
you were, I find, acquainted with the bird before.</p>
<p>When we meet, I shall be glad to have some conversation with you concerning the
proposal you make of my drawing up an account of the animals in this
neighbourhood. Your partiality towards my small abilities persuades you, I
fear, that I am able to do more than is in my power: for it is no small
undertaking for a man unsupported and alone to begin a natural history from his
own autopsia! Though there is endless room for observation in the field of
nature, which is boundless, yet investigation (where a man endeavours to be
sure of his facts) can make but slow progress; and all that one could collect
in many years would go into a very narrow compass.</p>
<p>Some extracts from your ingenious ‘Investigations of the difference
between the present temperature of the air in Italy,’ etc., have fallen
in my way, and gave me great satisfaction: they have removed the objections
that always rose in my mind whenever I came to the passages which you quote.
Surely the judicious Virgil, when writing a didactic poem for the region of
Italy, could never think of describing freezing rivers, unless such severity of
weather pretty frequently occurred!</p>
<p>P.S. Swallows appear amidst snows and frost.</p>
<h2>Letter VI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, May 21, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The severity and turbulence of last month so interrupted the regular progress
of summer migration, that some of the birds do but just begin to show
themselves, and others are apparently thinner than usual; as the white-throat,
the black-cap, the red-start, the fly-catcher. I well remember that after the
very severe spring in the year 1739-40 summer birds of passage were very
scarce. They come probably hither with a south-east wind, or when it blows
between those points; but in that unfavourable year the winds blowed the whole
spring and summer through from the opposite quarters. And yet amidst all these
disadvantages two swallows, as I mentioned in my last, appeared this year as
early as the eleventh of April amidst frost and snow; but they withdrew again
for a time.</p>
<p>I am not pleased to find that some people seem so little satisfied with
Scopoli’s new publication;* there is room to expect great things from
the hands of that man, who is a good naturalist: and one would think that an
history of the birds of so distant and southern a region as Carniola would be
new and interesting. I could wish to see that work, and hope to get it sent
down. Dr. Scopoli is physician to the wretches that work in the quicksilver
mines of that district.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* This work he calls his Annus Primus Historico-Naturalis.</p>
<p>When you talked of keeping a reed-sparrow, and giving it seeds, I could not
help wondering; because the reed-sparrow which I mentioned to you (passer
arundinaceus minor Raii) is a soft-billed bird; and most probably migrates
hence before winter; whereas the bird you kept (passer torquatus Raii) abides
all the year, and is a thick-billed bird. I question whether the latter be much
of a songster; but in this matter I want to be better informed. The former has
a variety of hurrying notes, and sings all night. Some part of the song of the
former, I suspect, is attributed to the latter. We have plenty of the
soft-billed sort; which Mr. Pennant had entirely left out of his British
Zoology, till I reminded him of his omission. See British Zoology last
published, p. 16.**</p>
<p class="footnote">
** See Letter XXV to Mr. Pennant.</p>
<p>I have somewhat to advance on the different manners in which different birds
fly and walk; but as this is a subject that I have not enough considered, and
is of such a nature as not to be contained in a small space, I shall say
nothing farther about it at present.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See Letter XLIII to Mr. Barrington.</p>
<p>No doubt the reason why the sex of birds in their first plumage is so difficult
to be distinguished is, as you say, ‘because they are not to pair and
discharge their parental functions till the ensuing spring.’ As colours
seem to be the chief external sexual distinction in many birds, these colours
do not take place till sexual attachments begin to obtain. And the case is the
same in quadrupeds; among whom, in their younger days, the sexes differ but
little: but, as they advance to maturity, horns and shaggy manes, beards and
brawny necks, etc., etc., strongly discriminate the male from the female. We
may instance still farther in our own species, where a beard and stronger
features are usually characteristic of the male sex: but this sexual diversity
does not take place in earlier life; for a beautiful youth shall be so like a
beautiful girl that the difference shall not be discernible:</p>
<p class="poem">
Quem si puellarum insereres choro,<br/>
Mire sagaces falleret hospites<br/>
Discrimen obscurum, solutis<br/>
Crinibus, ambiguoque vultu.—H<small>OR</small>.</p>
<h2>Letter VII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Ringmer, near Lewes, Oct. 8, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>I am glad to hear that Kuckalm is to furnish you with the birds of Jamaica; a
sight of the hirundines of that hot and distant island would be great
entertainment to me.</p>
<p>The Anni of Scopoli are now in my possession; and I have read the Annus Primus
with satisfaction: for though some parts of this work are exceptionable, and he
may advance some mistaken observations; yet the ornithology of so distant a
country as Carniola is very curious. Men that undertake only one district are
much more likely to advance natural knowledge than those that grasp at more
than they can possibly be acquainted with: every kingdom, every province,
should have its own monographer.</p>
<p>The reason perhaps why he mentions nothing of Ray’s Ornithology may be
the extreme poverty and distance of his country, into which the works of our
great naturalist may have never yet found their way. You have doubts, I know,
whether this Ornithology is genuine, and really the work of Scopoli: as to
myself, I think I discover strong tokens of authenticity; the style corresponds
with that of his Entomology: and his characters of his Ordines and Genera are
many of them new, expressive, and masterly. He has ventured to alter some of
the Linnaean genera with sufficient show of reason.</p>
<p>It might perhaps be mere accident that you saw so many swifts and no swallows
at Staines; because, in my long observations of those birds, I never could
discover the least degree of rivalry or hostility between the species.</p>
<p>Ray remarks that birds of the gallinae order, as cocks and hens, partridges,
and pheasants, etc., are pulveratrices, such as dust themselves, using that
method of cleansing their feathers, and ridding themselves of their vermin. As
far as I can observe, many birds that dust themselves never wash: and I once
thought that those birds that wash themselves would never dust; but here I find
myself mistaken; for common house-sparrows are great pulveratrices, being
frequency seen grovelling and wallowing in dusty roads; and yet they are great
washers. Does not the skylark dust?</p>
<p>Query.—Might not Mahomet and his followers take one method of
purification from these pulveratrices? because I find from travellers of
credit, that if a strict Mussulman is journeying in a sandy desert where no
water is to be found, at stated hours he strips off his clothes, and most
scrupulously rubs his body over with sand or dust.</p>
<p>A countryman told me he had found a young fern-owl in the nest of a small bird
on the ground; and that it was fed by the little bird. I went to see this
extraordinary phenomenon, and found that it was a young cuckoo hatched in the
nest of a titlark; it was become vastly too big for its nest, appearing</p>
<p class="poem">
… in tenui re<br/>
Majores pennas nido extendisse …</p>
<p>and was very fierce and pugnacious, pursuing my finger, as I teased it, for
many feet from the nest, and sparring and buffeting with its wings like a
game-cock. The dupe of a dam appeared at a distance, hovering about with meat
in its mouth, and expressing the greatest solicitude.</p>
<p>In July I saw several cuckoos skimming over a large pond; and found, after some
observation, that they were feeding on the libellulae, or dragon-flies; some of
which they caught as they settled on the weeds, and some as they were on the
wing. Notwithstanding what Linnaeus says, I cannot be induced to believe that
they are birds of prey.</p>
<p>This district affords some birds that are hardly ever heard of at Selborne. In
the first place considerable flocks of cross-beaks (loxiae curvirostrae) have
appeared this summer in the pine-groves belonging to this house; the
water-ousel is said to haunt the mouth of the Lewes river, near Newhaven; and
the Cornish chough builds, I know, all along the chalky cliffs of the Sussex
shore.</p>
<p>I was greatly pleased to see little parties of ring-ousels (my newly-discovered
migrators) scattered, at intervals, all along the Sussex-downs from Chichester
to Lewes. Let them come from whence they will, it looks very auspicious that
they are cantoned along the coast in order to pass the channel when severe
weather advances. They visit us again in April, as it should seem, in their
return; and are not to be found in the dead of winter. It is remarkable that
they are very tame, and seem to have no manner of apprehensions of danger from
a person with a gun. There are bustards on the wide downs near Brighthelmstone.
No doubt you are acquainted with the Sussex-downs: the prospects and rides
round Lewes are most lovely!</p>
<p>As I rode along near the coast I kept a very sharp lookout in the lanes and
woods, hoping I might, at this time of the year, have discovered some of the
summer short-winged birds of passage crowding towards the coast in order for
their departure: but it was very extraordinary that I never saw a red-start,
white-throat, black-cap, uncrested wren, fly-catcher, etc. And I remember to
have made the same remark in former years, as I usually come to this place
annually about this time. The birds most common along the coast at present are
the stone-chatters, whin-chats, buntings, linnets, some few wheatears,
titlarks, etc. Swallows and house-martins abound yet, induced to prolong their
stay by this soft, still, dry season.</p>
<p>A land-tortoise, which has been kept for thirty years in a little walled court
belonging to the house where I now am visiting, retires under ground about the
middle of November, and comes forth again about the middle of April. When it
first appears in the spring it discovers very little inclination towards food;
but in the height of summer grows voracious: and then as the summer declines
its appetite declines; so that for the last six weeks in autumn it hardly eats
at all. Milky plants, such as lettuces, dandelions, sow-thistles, are its
favourite dish. In a neighbouring village one was kept till by tradition it was
supposed to be an hundred years old. An instance of vast longevity in such a
poor reptile!</p>
<h2>Letter VIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Dec. 20, 1770.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The birds that I took for aberdavines were reed-sparrows (passeres torquati).</p>
<p>There are doubtless many home internal migrations within this kingdom that want
to be better understood: witness those vast flocks of hen chaffinches that
appear with us in the winter without hardly any cocks among them. Now was there
a due proportion of each sex, it should seem very improbable that any one
district should produce such numbers of these little birds; and much more when
only half of the species appears: therefore we may conclude that the fringillae
caelebes, for some good purposes, have a peculiar migration of their own in
which the sexes part. Nor should it seem so wonderful that the intercourse of
sexes in this species of birds should be interrupted in winter; since in many
animals, and particularly in bucks and does, the sexes herd separately, except
at the season when commerce is necessary for the continuance of the breed. For
this matter of the chaffinches see Fauna Suecica, p. 85, and Systema Naturae,
p. 318. I see every winter vast flights of hen chaffinches, but none of cocks.</p>
<p>Your method of accounting for the periodical motions of the British singing
birds, or birds of flight, is a very probable one; since the matter of food is
a great regulator of the actions and proceedings of the brute creation: there
is but one that can be set in competition with it, and that is love. But I
cannot quite acquiesce with you in one circumstance when you advance that,
‘when they have thus feasted, they again separate into small parties of
five or six, and get the best fare they can within a certain district, having
no inducement to go in quest of fresh-turned earth.’ Now if you mean that
the business of congregating is quite at an end from the conclusion of
wheat-sowing to the season of barley and oats, it is not the case with us; for
larks and chaffinches, and particularly linnets, flock and congregate as much
in the very dead of winter as when the husbandman is busy with his ploughs and
harrows.</p>
<p>Sure there can be no doubt but that woodcocks and fieldfares leave us in the
spring, in order to cross the seas, and to retire to some districts more
suitable to the purpose of breeding. That the former pair before they retire,
and that the hens are forward with egg, I myself, when I was a sportsman, have
often experienced. It cannot indeed be denied but that now and then we hear of
a woodcock’s nest, or young birds, discovered in some part or other of
this island: but then they are always mentioned as rarities, and somewhat out
of the common course of things: but as to redwings and fieldfares, no sportsman
or naturalist has ever yet, that I could hear, pretended to have found the nest
or young of those species in any part of these kingdoms. And I the more admire
at this instance as extraordinary, since, to all appearance, the same food in
summer as well as in winter might support them here which maintains their
congeners, the blackbirds and thrushes, did they choose to stay the summer
through. From hence it appears that it is not food alone which determines some
species of birds with regard to their stay or departure. Fieldfares and
redwings disappear sooner or later according as the warm weather comes on
earlier or later. For I well remember, after that dreadful winter of 1739-40,
that cold north-east winds continued to blow on through April and May, and
that these kinds of birds (what few remained of them) did not depart as usual,
but were seen lingering about till the beginning of June.</p>
<p>The best authority that we can have for the nidification of the birds
above-mentioned in any district, is the testimony of faunists that have written
professedly the natural history of particular countries. Now, as to the
fieldfare, Linnaeus, in his Fauna Suecica, says of it that ‘maximis in
arboribus nidificat’; and of the redwing he says, in the same place, that
‘nidificat in mediis arbusculis, sive sepibus: ova sex caeruleo-viridia
maculis nigris variis.’ Hence we may be assured that fieldfares and
redwings breed in Sweden. Scopoli says, in his Annus Primus, of the woodcock,
that ‘nupta ad nos venit circa aequinoctium vernale’; meaning in
Tirol, of which he is a native. And afterwards he adds ‘nidificat in
paludibus alpinis: ova ponit, 3-5.’ It does not appear from Kramer that
woodcocks breed at all in Austria: but he says ‘Avis haec
septentrionalium provinciarum aestivo tempore incola est; ubi plerumque
nidificat. Appropinquante hyeme australiores provincias petit: hinc circa
plenilunium mensis Octobris plerumque Austriam transmigrat. Tunc rursus circa
plenilunium potissimum mensis Martii per Austriam matrimonio juncta ad
septentrionales provincias redit.’ For the whole passage (which I have
abridged) see Elenchus, etc., p. 351. This seems to be a full proof of the
migration of woodcocks; though little is proved concerning the place of
breeding.</p>
<p>P.S. There fell in the county of Rutland, in three weeks of this present very
wet weather, seven inches and an half of rain, which is more than has fallen in
any three weeks for these thirty years past in that part of the world. A mean
quantity in that county one year is twenty inches and an half.</p>
<h2>Letter IX</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Fyfield, near Andover, Feb. 12, 1771.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>You are, I know, no great friend to migration; and the well attested accounts
from various parts of the kingdom seem to justify you in your suspicions, that
at least many of the swallow kind do not leave us in the winter, but lay
themselves up like insects and bats, in a torpid state, to slumber away the
more uncomfortable months till the return of the sun and fine weather awakens
them.</p>
<p>But then we must not, I think, deny migration in general; because migration
certainly does subsist in some places, as my brother in Andalusia has fully
informed me. Of the motions of these birds he has ocular demonstration for many
weeks together, both spring and fall: during which periods myriads of the
swallow kind traverse the Straits from north to south, and from south to north,
according to the season. And these vast migrations consist not only of
hirundines but of bee-birds, hoopoes, oro pendolos or golden thrushes, etc.,
etc., and also many of our soft-billed summer-birds of passage; and moreover of
birds which never leave us, such as all the various sorts of hawks and kites.
Old Belon, two hundred years ago, gives a curious account of the incredible
armies of hawks and kites which he saw in the spring-time traversing the
Thracian Bosphorus from Asia to Europe. Besides the above-mentioned, he remarks
that the procession is swelled by whole troops of eagles and vultures.</p>
<p>Now it is no wonder that birds residing in Africa should retreat before the sun
as it advances, and retire to milder regions, and especially birds of prey,
whose blood being heated with hot animal food, are more impatient of a sultry
climate: but then I cannot help wondering why kites and hawks, and such hardy
birds as are known to defy all the severity of England, and even of Sweden and
all north Europe, should want to migrate from the south of Europe, and be
dissatisfied with the winters of Andalusia.</p>
<p>It does not appear to me that much stress may be laid on the difficulty and
hazard that birds must run in their migrations, by reason of vast oceans, cross
winds, etc.; because, if we reflect, a bird may travel from England to the
equator without launching out and exposing itself to boundless seas, and that
by crossing the water at Dover, and again at Gibraltar. And I with the more
confidence advance this obvious remark, because my brother has always found
that some of his birds, and particularly the swallow kind, are very sparing of
their pains in crossing the Mediterranean: for when arrived at Gibraltar, they
do not</p>
<p class="poem">
… rang’d in figure wedge their way,<br/>
… and set forth<br/>
Their airy caravan high over seas<br/>
Flying, and over lands with mutual wing<br/>
Easing their flight …<br/></p>
<p class="right">
M<small>ILTON</small>.</p>
<p>but scout and hurry along in little detached parties of six or seven in a
company; and sweeping low, just over the surface of the land and water, direct
their course to the opposite continent at the narrowest passage they can find.
They usually slope across the bay to the south-west, and so pass over opposite
to Tangier, which, it seems, is the narrowest space.</p>
<p>In former letters we have considered whether it was probable that woodcocks in
moon-shiny nights cross the German ocean from Scandinavia. As a proof that
birds of less speed may pass that sea, considerable as it is, I shall relate
the following incident, which, though mentioned to have happened so many years
ago, was strictly matter of fact: — As some people were shooting in the
parish of Trotton, in the county of Sussex, they killed a duck in that dreadful
winter 1708-9, with a silver collar about its neck,* on which were engraven the
arms of the king of Denmark. This anecdote the rector of Trotton at that time
has often told to a near relation of mine; and, to the best of my remembrance,
the collar was in the possession of the rector.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* I have read a like anecdote of a swan.</p>
<p>At present I do not know anybody near the sea-side that will take the trouble
to remark at what time of the moon woodcocks first come: if I lived near the
sea myself I would soon tell you more of the matter. One thing I used to
observe when I was a sportsman, that there were times in which woodcocks were
so sluggish and sleepy that they would drop again when flushed just before the
spaniels, nay, just at the muzzle of a gun that had been fired at them: whether
this strange laziness was the effect of a recent fatiguing journey I shall not
presume to say.</p>
<p>Nightingales not only never reach Northumberland and Scotland, but also, as I
have been always told, Devonshire and Cornwall. In those two last counties we
cannot attribute the failure of them to the want of warmth: the defect in the
west is rather a presumptive argument that these birds come over to us from the
continent at the narrowest passage, and do not stroll so far westward.</p>
<p>Let me hear from your own observation whether skylarks do not dust. I think
they do: and if they do, whether they wash also.</p>
<p>The alauda pratensis of Ray was the poor dupe that was educating the booby of a
cuckoo mentioned in my letter of October last.</p>
<p>Your letter came too late for me to procure a ring-ousel for Mr. Tunstal during
their autumnal visit; but I will endeavour to get him one when they call on us
again in April. I am glad that you and that gentleman saw my Andalusian birds;
I hope they answered your expectation. Royston, or grey crows, are winter birds
that come much about the same time with the woodcock: they, like the fieldfare
and redwing, have no apparent reason for migration; for as they fare in the
winter like their congeners, so might they in all appearance in the summer. Was
not Tenant, when a boy, mistaken? did he not find a missel-thrush’s nest,
and take it for the nest of a fieldfare?</p>
<p>The stock-dove, or wood-pigeon, oenas Raii, is the last winter bird of passage
which appears with us; and is not seen till towards the end of November: about
twenty years ago they abounded in the district of Selborne; and strings of them
were seen morning and evening that reached a mile or more: but since the
beechen woods have been greatly thinned they are much decreased in number. The
ring-dove, palumbus Raii, stays with us the whole year, and breeds several
times through the summer.</p>
<p>Before I received your letter of October last I had just remarked in my journal
that the trees were unusually green. This uncommon verdure lasted on late into
November; and may be accounted for from a late spring, a cool and moist summer;
but more particularly from vast armies of chafers, or tree beetles, which, in
many places, reduced whole woods to a leafless naked state. These trees shot
again at Midsummer, and then retained their foliage till very late in the year.</p>
<p>My musical friend, at whose house I am now visiting, has tried all the owls
that are his near neighbours with a pitch-pipe, set at concert-pitch, and finds
they all hoot in B flat. He will examine the nightingales next spring.</p>
<p>I am, etc., etc.</p>
<h2>Letter X</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Aug. 1, 1771.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>From what follows, it will appear that neither owls nor cuckoos keep to one
note. A friend remarks that many (most) of his owls hoot in B flat: but that
one went almost half a note below A. The pipe he tried their notes by was a
common half-crown pitch-pipe, such as masters use for tuning of harpsichords;
it was the common London pitch.</p>
<p>A neighbour of mine, who is said to have a nice ear, remarks that the owls
about this village hoot in three different keys, in G flat, or F sharp, in B
flat and A flat. He heard two hooting to each other, the one in A flat, and the
other in B flat. Query: Do these different notes proceed from different
species, or only from various individuals? The same person finds upon trial
that the note of the cuckoo (of which we have but one species) varies in
different individuals; for, about Selborne wood, he found they were mostly in
D: he heard two sing together, the one in D, the other in D sharp, who made a
disagreeable concert: he afterwards heard one in D sharp, and about
Wolmer-forest some in C. As to nightingales, he says that their notes are so
short, and their transitions so rapid, that he cannot well ascertain their key.
Perhaps in a cage, and in a room, their notes may be more distinguishable. This
person has tried to settle the notes of a swift, and of several other small
birds, but cannot bring them to any criterion.</p>
<p>As I have often remarked that redwings are some of the first birds that suffer
with us in severe weather, it is no wonder at all they retreat from
Scandinavian winters: and much more the ordo of grallae, who, all to a bird,
forsake the northern parts of Europe at the approach of winter. ‘Grallae
tanquam conjugatae unanimiter in fugam se conjiciunt; ne earum unicam quidem
inter nos habitantem invenire possimus; ut enim aestate in australibus degere
nequeunt ob defectum lumbricorum, terramque siccam; ita nec in frigidis ob
eandem causam,’ says Eckmarck the Swede, in his ingenious little treatise
called Migrationes Avium, which by all means you ought to read while your
thoughts run on the subject of migration. See Amoenitates Academicae, vol. iv,
p. 565.</p>
<p>Birds may be so circumstanced as to be obliged to migrate in one country and
not in another: but the grallae (which procure their food from marshes and
boggy grounds) must in winter forsake the more northerly parts of Europe, or
perish for want of food.</p>
<p>I am glad you are making inquiries from Linnaeus concerning the woodcock: it is
expected of him that he should be able to account for the motions and manner of
life of the animals of his own Fauna.</p>
<p>Faunists, as you observe, are too apt to acquiesce in bare descriptions, and a
few synonyms: the reason is plain; because all that may be done at home in a
man’s study, but the investigation of the life and conversation of
animals, is a concern of much more trouble and difficulty, and is not to be
attained but by the active and inquisitive, and by those that reside much in
the country.</p>
<p>Foreign systematics are, I observe, much too vague in their specific
differences; which are almost universally constituted by one or two particular
marks, the rest of the description running in general terms. But our
countryman, the excellent Mr. Ray, is the only describer that conveys some
precise idea in every term or word, maintaining his superiority over his
followers and imitators in spite of the advantage of fresh discoveries and
modern information.</p>
<p>At this distance of years it is not in my power to recollect at what periods
woodcocks used to be sluggish or alert when I was a sportsman; but, upon my
mentioning this circumstance to a friend, he thinks he has observed them to be
remarkably listless against snowy foul weather: if this should be the case,
then the inaptitude for flying arises only from an eagerness for food; as sheep
are observed to be very intent on grazing against stormy wet evenings.</p>
<p>I am, etc., etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Feb. 8, 1772.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>When I ride about in the winter, and see such prodigious flocks of various
kinds of birds, I cannot help admiring at these congregations, and wishing that
it was in my power to account for those appearances almost peculiar to the
season. The two great motives which regulate the proceedings of the brute
creation are love and hunger; the former incites animals to perpetuate their
kind, the latter induces them to preserve individuals; whether either of these
should seem to be the ruling passion in the matter of congregating is to be
considered. As to love, that is out of the question at a time of the year when
that soft passion is not indulged; besides, during the amorous season, such a
jealousy prevails between the male birds that they can hardly bear to be
together in the same hedge or field. Most of the singing and elation of spirits
of that time seem to me to be the effect of rivalry and emulation: and it is to
this spirit of jealousy that I chiefly attribute the equal dispersion of birds
in the spring over the face of the country.</p>
<p>Now as to the business of food: as these animals are actuated by instinct to
hunt for necessary food, they should not, one would suppose, crowd together in
pursuit of sustenance at a time when it is most likely to fail: yet such
associations do take place in hard weather chiefly, and thicken as the severity
increases. As some kind of self-interest and self-defence is no doubt the
motive for the proceeding, may it not arise from the helplessness of their
state in such rigorous seasons; as men crowd together, when under great
calamities, though they know not why? Perhaps approximation may dispel some
degree of cold; and a crowd may make each individual appear safer from the
ravages of birds of prey and other dangers.</p>
<p>If I admire when I see how much congenerous birds love to congregate, I am the
more struck when I see incongruous ones in such strict amity. If we do not much
wonder to see a flock of rooks usually attended by a train of dews, yet it is
strange that the former should so frequently have a flight of starlings for
their satellites. Is it because rooks have a more discerning scent than their
attendants, and can lead them to spots more productive of food? Anatomists say
that rooks, by reason, of two large nerves which run down between the eyes into
the upper mandible, have a more delicate feeling in their beaks than other
round-billed birds, and can grope for their meat when out of sight. Perhaps
then their associates attend them on the motive of interest, as greyhounds wait
on the motions of their finders; and as lions are said to do on the yelpings of
jackals. Lapwings and starlings sometimes associate.</p>
<h2>Letter XII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>March 9, 1772.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>As a gentleman and myself were walking on the fourth of last November round the
sea-banks at Newhaven, near the mouth of the Lewes river, in pursuit of natural
knowledge, we were surprised to see three house-swallows gliding very swiftly
by us. That morning was rather chilly, with the wind at north-west; but the
tenor of the weather for some time before had been delicate, and the noons
remarkably warm. From this incident, and from repeated accounts which I meet
with, I am more and more induced to believe that many of the swallow kind do
not depart from this island; but lay themselves up in holes and caverns; and
do, insect-like and bat-like, come forth at mild times, and than retire again
to their latebrae. Nor make I the least doubt but that, if I lived at Newhaven,
Seaford, Brighthelmstone, or any of those towns near the chalk-cliffs of the
Sussex coast, by proper observations, I should see swallows stirring at periods
of the winter, when the noons were soft and inviting, and the sun warm and
invigorating. And I am the more of this opinion from what I have remarked
during some of our late springs, that though some swallows did make their
appearance about the usual time, viz., the thirteenth or fourteenth of April,
yet meeting with an harsh reception, and blustering cold north-east winds, they
immediately withdrew, absconding for several days, till the weather gave them
better encouragement.</p>
<h2>Letter XIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>April 12, 1772.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>While I was in Sussex last autumn my residence was at the village near Lewes,
from whence I had formerly the pleasure of writing to you. On the first of
November I remarked that the old tortoise, formerly mentioned, began first to
dig the ground in order to the forming its hybernaculum, which it had fixed on
just beside a great tuft of hepaticas. It scrapes out the ground with its
fore-feet, and throws it up over its back with its hind; but the motion of its
legs is ridiculously slow, little exceeding the hour-hand of a clock; and
suitable to the composure of an animal said to be a whole month in performing
one feat of copulation. Nothing can be more assiduous than this creature night
and day in scooping the earth, and forcing its great body into the cavity; but,
as the noons of that season proved unusually warm and sunny, it was continually
interrupted, and called forth by the heat in the middle of the day; and though
I continued there till the thirteenth of November, yet the work remained
unfinished. Harsher weather, and frosty mornings, would have quickened its
operations. No part of its behaviour ever struck me more than the extreme
timidity it always expresses with regard to rain; for though it has a shell
that would secure it against the wheel of a loaded cart, yet does it discover
as much solicitude about rain as a lady dressed in all her best attire,
shuffling away on the first sprinklings, and running its head up in a corner.
If attended to, it becomes an excellent weather-glass; for as sure as it walks
elate, and as it were on tiptoe, feeding with great earnestness in a morning,
so sure will it rain before night. It is totally a diurnal animal, and never
pretends to stir after it becomes dark. The tortoise, like other reptiles, has
an arbitrary stomach as well as lungs; and can refrain from eating as well as
breathing for a great part of the year. When first awakened it eats nothing;
nor again in the autumn before it retires: through the height of the summer it
feeds voraciously, devouring all the food that comes in its way. I was much
taken with its sagacity in discerning those that do it kind offices; for, as
soon as the good old lady comes in sight who has waited on it for more than
thirty years, it hobbles towards its benefactress with awkward alacrity; but
remains inattentive to strangers. Thus not only ‘the ox knoweth his
owner, and the ass has master’s crib,’* but the most abject
reptile and torpid of beings distinguishes the hand that feeds it, and is
touched with the feelings of gratitude!</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Isaiah i. 3.</p>
<p>I am, etc., etc.</p>
<p>P.S. In about three days after I left Sussex the tortoise retired into the
ground under the hepatica.</p>
<h2>Letter XIV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, March 26, 1773.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The more I reflect on the στοργὴ of animals, the more I am astonished at its
effects. Nor is the violence of this affection more wonderful than the
shortness of its duration. Thus every hen is in her turn the virago of the
yard, in proportion to the helplessness of her brood; and will fly in the face
of a dog or a sow in defence of those chickens, which in a few weeks she will
drive before her with relentless cruelty.</p>
<p>This affection sublimes the passions, quickens the invention, and sharpens the
sagacity of the brute creation. Thus an hen, just become a mother, is no longer
that placid bird she used to be, but with feathers standing on end, wings
hovering, and clocking note, she runs about like one possessed. Dams will throw
themselves in the way of the greatest danger in order to avert it from their
progeny. Thus a partridge will tumble along before a sportsman in order to draw
away the dogs from her helpless covey. In the time of nidification the most
feeble birds will assault the most rapacious. All the hirundines of a village
are up in arms at the sight of an hawk, whom they will persecute till he leaves
that district. A very exact observer has often remarked that a pair of ravens
nesting in the rock of Gibraltar would suffer no vulture or eagle to rest near
their station, but would drive them from the hill with an amazing fury: even
the blue thrush at the season of breeding would dart out from the clefts of the
rocks to chase away the kestril, or the sparrow-hawk. If you stand near the
nest of a bird that has young, she will not be induced to betray them by an
inadvertent fondness, but will wait about at a distance with meat in her mouth
for an hour together.</p>
<p>Should I farther corroborate what I have advanced above by some anecdotes which
I probably may have mentioned before in conversation, yet you will, I trust,
pardon the repetition for the sake of illustration.</p>
<p>The fly-catcher of the Zoology (the stoparola of Ray), builds every year in the
vines that grow on the walls of my house. A pair of these little birds had one
year inadvertently placed their nest on a naked bough, perhaps in a shady time,
not being aware of the inconvenience that followed. But an hot sunny season
coming on before the brood was half fledged, the reflection of the wall became
insupportable, and must inevitably have destroyed the tender young, had not
affection suggested an expedient, and prompted the parent-birds to hover over
the nest all the hotter hours, while with wings expanded, and mouths gaping for
breath, they screened off the heat from their suffering offspring.</p>
<p>A farther instance I once saw of notable sagacity in a willow-wren, which had
built in a bank in my fields. This bird a friend and myself had observed as she
sat in her nest; but were particularly careful not to disturb her, though we
saw she eyed us with some degree of jealousy. Some days after as we passed that
way we were desirous of remarking how this brood went on; but no nest could be
found, till I happened to take up a large bundle of long green moss, as it
were, carelessly thrown over the nest, in order to dodge the eye of any
impertinent intruder.</p>
<p>A still more remarkable mixture of sagacity and instinct occurred to me one day
as my people were pulling off the lining of an hotbed, in order to add some
fresh dung. From out of the side of this bed leaped an animal with great
agility that made a most grotesque figure; nor was it without great difficulty
that it could be taken; when it proved to be a large white-bellied field-mouse
with three or four young clinging to her teats by their mouths and feet. It was
amazing that the desultory and rapid motions of this dam should not oblige her
litter to quit their hold, especially when it appeared that they were so young
as to be both naked and blind!</p>
<p>To these instances of tender attachment, many more of which might be daily
discovered by those that are studious of nature, may be opposed that rage of
affection, that monstrous perversion of the στοργὴ, which induces some females
of the brute creation to devour their young because their owners have handled
them too freely, or removed them from place to place! Swine, and sometimes the
more gentle race of dogs and cats, are guilty of this horrid and preposterous
murder. When I hear now and then of an abandoned mother that destroys her
offspring, I am not so much amazed; since reason perverted, and the bad
passions let loose, are capable of any enormity: but why the parental feelings
of brutes, that usually flow in one most uniform tenor, should sometimes be so
extravagantly diverted, I leave to abler philosophers than myself to determine.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, July 8, 1773.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Some young men went down lately to a pond on the verge of Wolmer-forest to hunt
flappers, or young wild-ducks, many of which they caught, and, among the rest,
some very minute yet well-fledged wild-fowls alive, which, upon examination, I
found to be teals. I did not know till then that teals ever bred in the south
of England, and was much pleased with the discovery: this I look upon as a
great stroke in natural history.</p>
<p>We have had, ever since I can remember, a pair of white owls that constantly
breed under the eaves of this church. As I have paid good attention to the
manner of life of these birds during their season of breeding, which lasts the
summer through, the following remarks may not perhaps be unacceptable: —
About an hour before sunset (for then the mice begin to run) they sally forth
in quest of prey, and hunt all round the hedges of meadows and small enclosures
for them, which seem to be their only food. In this irregular country we can
stand on an eminence and see them beat the fields over like a setting-dog, and
often drop down in the grass or corn. I have minuted these birds with my watch
for an hour together, and have found that they return to their nests, the one
or the other of them, about once in five minutes; reflecting at the same time
on the adroitness that every animal is possessed of as regards the well-being
of itself and offspring. But a piece of address, which they show when they
return loaded, should not, I think, be passed over in silence. — As they
take their prey with their claws, so they carry it in their claws to their
nest: but, as the feet are necessary in their ascent under the tiles, they
constantly perch first on the roof of the chancel, and shift the mouse from
their claws to their bill, that the feet may be at liberty to take hold of the
plate on the wall as they are rising under the eaves.</p>
<p>White owls seem not (but in this I am not positive) to hoot at all: all that
clamorous hooting appears to me to come from the wood kinds. The white owl does
indeed snore and hiss in a tremendous manner; and these menaces well answer the
intention of intimidating: for I have known a whole village up in arms on such
an occasion, imagining the church-yard to be full of goblins and spectres.
White owls also often scream horribly as they fly along; from this screaming
probably arose the common people’s imaginary species of screech-owl,
which they superstitiously think attends the windows of dying persons. The
plumage of the remiges of the wings of every species of owl that I have yet
examined is remarkably soft and pliant. Perhaps it may be necessary that the
wings of these birds should not make much resistance or rushing, that they may
be enabled to steal through the air unheard upon a nimble and watchful quarry.</p>
<p>While I am talking of owls, it may not be improper to mention what I was told
by a gentleman of the county of Wilts. As they were grubbing a vast hollow
pollard-ash that had been the mansion of owls for centuries, he discovered at
the bottom a mass of matter that at first he could not account for. After
examination, he found it was a congeries of the bones of mice (and perhaps of
birds and bats) that had been heaping together for ages, being cast up in
pellets out of the crops of many generations of inhabitants. For owls cast up
the bones, fur, and feathers of what they devour, after the manner of hawks. He
believes, he told me, that there were bushels of this kind of substance.</p>
<p>When brown owls hoot their throats swell as big as an hen’s egg. I have
known an owl of this species live a full year without any water. Perhaps the
case may be the same with all birds of prey. When owls fly they stretch out
their legs behind them as a balance to their large heavy heads; for as most
nocturnal birds have large eyes and ears they must have large heads to contain
them. Large eyes I presume are necessary to collect every ray of light, and
large concave ears to command the smallest degree of sound or noise.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<p>The hirundines are a most inoffensive, harmless, entertaining, social, and
useful tribe of birds: they touch no fruit in our gardens; delight, all except
one species, in attaching themselves to our houses; amuse us with their
migrations, songs, and marvellous agility; and clear our outlets from the
annoyances of gnats and other troublesome insects. Some districts in the south
seas, near Guiaquil,* are desolated, it seems, by the infinite swarms of
venomous mosquitoes, which fill the air, and render those coasts insupportable.
It would be worth inquiring whether any species of hirundines is found in those
regions. Whoever contemplates the myriads of insects that sport in the sunbeams
of a summer evening in this country, will soon be convinced to what a degree
our atmosphere would be choked with them was it not for the friendly
interposition of the swallow tribe.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See Ulloa’s Travels.</p>
<p>Many species of birds have their particular lice; but the hirundines alone seem
to be annoyed with dipterous insects, which infest every species, and are so
large, in proportion to themselves, that they must be truly irksome and
injurious to them. These are the hippoboscae hirundinis with narrow subulated
wings, abounding in every nest; and are hatched by the warmth of the
bird’s own body during incubation, and crawl about under its feathers.</p>
<p>A species of them is familiar to horsemen in the south of England under the
name of forest-fly; and, to some, of side-fly, from its running sideways like a
crab. It creeps under the tails, and about the groins, of horses, which, at
their first coming out of the north, are rendered half frantic by the tickling
sensation; while our own breed little regards them.</p>
<p>The curious Reaumur discovered the large eggs, or rather pupae, of these flies
as big as the flies themselves, which he hatched in his own bosom. Any person
that will take the troupe to examine the old nests of either species of
swallows may find in them the black shining cases of the pupae of these
insects: but for other particulars, too long for this place, we refer the
reader to L’Histoire d’Insectes of that admirable entomologist.
Tom. iv. pi. ii.</p>
<h2>Letter XVI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Nov. 20, 1773.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>In obedience to your injunctions I sit down to give you some account of the
house-martin, or martlet; and, if my monography of this little domestic and
familiar bird should happen to meet with your approbation, I may probably soon
extend my inquiries to the rest of the British hirundines — the swallow,
the swift, and the bank-martin.</p>
<p>A few house-martins begin to appear about the sixteenth of April; usually some
few days later than the swallow. For some time after they appear the hirundines
in general pay no attention to the business of nidification, but play and sport
about either to recruit from the fatigue of their journey, if they do migrate
at all, or else that their blood may recover its true tone and texture after it
has been so long benumbed by the severities of winter. About the middle of May,
if the weather be fine, the martin begins to think in earnest of providing a
mansion for its family. The crust or shell of this nest seems to be formed of
such dirt or loam as comes most readily to hand, and is tempered and wrought
together with little bits of broken straws to render it tough and tenacious. As
this bird often builds against a perpendicular wall without any projecting
ledge under, it requires its utmost efforts to get the first foundation firmly
fixed, so that it may safely carry the superstructure. On this occasion the
bird not only clings with its claws, but partly supports itself by strongly
inclining its tail against the wall, making that a fulcrum; and thus steadied
it works and plasters the materials into the face of the brick or stone. But
then, that this work may not, while it is soft and green, pull itself down by
its own weight, the provident architect has prudence and forbearance enough not
to advance her work too fast; but by building only in the morning, and by
dedicating the rest of the day to food and amusement, gives it sufficient time
to dry and harden. About half an inch seems to be a sufficient layer for a day.
Thus careful workmen when they build mud-walls (informed at first perhaps by
this lithe bird) raise but a moderate layer at a time, and then desist; lest
the work should become top-heavy, and so be ruined by is own weight. By this
method in about ten or twelve days is formed an hemispheric nest with a small
aperture towards the top, strong, compact, and warm; and perfectly fitted for
all the purposes for which it was intended. But then nothing is more common
than for the house-sparrow, as soon as the shell is finished, to seize on it as
is own, to eject the owner, and to line it after is own manner.</p>
<p>After so much labour is bestowed in erecting a mansion, as nature seldom works
in vain, martins win breed on for several years together in the same nest,
where it happens to be well sheltered and secure from the injuries of weather.
The shed or crust of the nest is a sort of rustic work full of knobs and
protuberances on the outside: nor is the inside of those that I have examined
smoothed with any exactness at all; but is rendered soft and warm, and fit for
incubation, by a lining of small straws, grasses, and feathers, and sometimes
by a bed of moss interwoven with wool. In this nest they tread, or engender,
frequently during the time of building; and the hen lays from three to five
white eggs.</p>
<p>At first when the young are hatched, and are in a naked and helpless condition,
the parent birds, with tender assiduity, carry out what comes away from their
young. Was it not for this affectionate cleanliness the nestlings would soon be
burnt up, and destroyed in so deep and hollow a nest, by their own caustic
excrement. In the quadruped creation the same neat precaution is made use of;
particularly among dogs and cats, where the dams lick away what proceeds from
their young. But in birds there seems to be a particular provision, that the
dung of nestlings is enveloped into a tough kind of jelly, and therefore is the
easier conveyed off without soiling or daubing. Yet, as nature is cleanly in
all her ways, the young perform this office for themselves in a little time by
thrusting their tails out at the aperture of their nest. As the young of small
birds presently arrive at their ἡλικία or full growth, they soon become
impatient of confinement, and sit all day with their heads out at the orifice,
where the dams, by clinging to the nest, supply them with food from morning to
night. For a time the young are fed on the wing by their parents; but the feat
is done by so quick and almost imperceptible a sleight, that a person must have
attended very exactly to their motions before he would be able to perceive it.
As soon as the young are able to shift for themselves, the dams immediately
turn their thoughts to the business of a second brood: while the first flight,
shaken off and rejected by their nurses, congregate in great flocks, and are
the birds that are seen clustering and hovering on sunny mornings and evenings
round towers and steeples, and on the mobs of churches and houses. These
congregations usually begin to take place about the first week in August; and
therefore we may conclude that by that time the first flight is pretty well
over. The young of this species do not quit their abodes all together; but the
more forward birds get abroad some days before the rest. These approaching the
eaves of buildings, and playing about before them, make people think that
several old ones attend one nest. They are often capricious in fixing on a
nesting place, beginning many edifices, and leaving them unfinished; but when
once a nest is completed in a sheltered place, it serves for several seasons.
Those which breed in a ready finished house get the start in hatching of those
that build new by ten days or a fortnight. These industrious artificers are at
their labours in the long days before four in the morning: when they fix than
materials they plaster them on with their chins, moving their heads with a
quick vibratory motion. They dip and wash as they fly sometimes in very hot
weather, but not so frequency as swallows. It has been observed that martins
usually build to a north-east or north-west aspect, that the heat of the sun
may not crack and destroy their nests: but instances are also remembered where
they bred for many years in vast abundance in an hot stifled inn-yard, against
a wall facing to the south.</p>
<p>Birds in general are wise in their choice of situation: but in this
neighbourhood every summer is seen a strong proof to the contrary at an house
without eaves in an exposed district, where some martins build year by year in
the corners of the windows. But, as the corners of these windows (which face to
the south-east and south-west) are too shallow, the nests are washed down every
hard rain; and yet these birds drudge on to no purpose from summer to summer,
without changing their aspect or house. It is a piteous sight to see them
labouring when half their nest is washed away and bringing dirt ….
‘generis lapsi sarcire ruinas.’ Thus is instinct a most wonderful
unequal faculty; in some instances so much above reason, in other respects so
far below it! Martins love to frequent towns, especially if there are great
lakes and rivers at hand; nay, they even affect the close air of London. And I
have not only seen them nesting in the Borough, but even in the Strand and
Fleet-street; but then it was obvious from the dinginess of their aspect that
their feathers partook of the filth of that sooty atmosphere. Martins are by
far the least agile of the four species; their wings and tails are short, and
therefore they are not capable of such surprising turns and quick and glancing
evolutions as the swallow. Accordingly they make use of a placid easy motion in
a middle region of the air, seldom mounting to any great height, and never
sweeping long together over the surface of the ground or water. They do not
wander far for food, but affect sheltered districts, over some lake, or under
some hanging wood, or in some hollow vale, especially in windy weather. They
breed the latest of all the swallow kind: in 1772 they had nestlings on to
October the twenty-first, and are never without unfledged young as late as
Michaelmas.</p>
<p>As the summer declines the congregating docks increase in numbers daily by the
constant accession of the second broods, till at last they swarm in myriads
upon myriads round the villages on the Thames, darkening the face of the sky as
they frequent the aits of that river, where they roost. They retire, the bulk
of them I mean, in vast flocks together about the beginning of October: but
have appeared of late years in a considerable eight in this neighbourhood, for
one day or two, as late as November the third and sixth, after they were
supposed to have been gone for more than a fortnight. They therefore withdraw
with us the latest of any species. Unless these birds ate very short-lived
indeed, or unless they do not return to the district where they are bred, they
must undergo vast devastations somehow, sad somewhere; for the birds that
return yearly bear no manner of proportion to the birds that retire.</p>
<p>House-martins ate distinguished from that congeners by having that legs coveted
with soft downy feathers down to their toes. They are no songsters, but twitter
in a pretty inward soft manner in their nests. During the time of breeding they
are often greatly molested with fleas.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XVII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Ringmer, near Lewes, Dec. 9, 1773.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>I received your last favour just as I was setting out for this place; and am
pleased to find that my monography met with your approbation. My remarks are
the result of many years’ observation; and are, I trust, true on the
whole: though I do not pretend to say that they are perfectly void of mistake,
or that a more nice observer ought not make many additions, since subjects of
this kind are inexhaustible.</p>
<p>If you think my letter worthy the notice of your respectable society, you are
at liberty to lay it before them; and they win consider it, I hope, as it was
intended, as an humble attempt to promote a more minute inquiry into natural
history; into the life and conversation of animals. Perhaps hereafter I may be
induced to take the house-swallow under consideration, and from that proceed
to the rest of the British hirundines.</p>
<p>Though I have now travelled the Sussex-downs upwards of thirty years, yet I
still investigate that chain of majestic mountains with fresh admiration year
by year; and think I see new beauties every time I traverse it. This range,
which runs from Chichester eastward as far as East-Bourn, is about sixty miles
in length, and is called the South Downs, properly speaking, only round Lewes.
As you pass along you command a noble view of the wild, or weald, on one hand,
and the broad downs and sea on the other. Mr. Ray used to visit a family* just
at the foot of these hips, and was so ravished with the prospect from
Plumpton-plain near Lewes, that he mentions those scopes in his Wisdom of God
in the Works of the Creation with the utmost satisfaction, and thinks them
equal to anything he had seen in the finest parts of Europe.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Mr. Courthope, of Danny.</p>
<p>For my own part, I think there is somewhat peculiarly sweet and amusing in the
shapely figured aspect of chalk-hills in preference to those of stone, which
are rugged, broken, abrupt, and shapeless.</p>
<p>Perhaps I may be singular in my opinion, and not so happy as to convey to you
the same idea, but I never contemplate these mountains without thinking I
perceive somewhat analogous to growth in their gentle swellings and smooch
fungus-like protuberances, their fluted sides, and regular hollows and slopes,
that carry at once the air of vegetative dilation and expansion…. Or was there
ever a time when these immense masses of calcareous matter were drown into
fermentation by some adventitious moisture; were raised and leavened into such
shapes by some plastic power; and so made to swell and heave their broad backs
into the sky so much above the less animated clay of the wild below?</p>
<p>By what I can guess from the admeasurements of the hills that have been taken
round my house, I should suppose that these hills surmount the wild at au
average at about the rate of five hundred feet.</p>
<p>One thing is very remarkable as to the sheep: from the westward till you get to
the river Adur all the flocks have horns, and smooth white faces, and white
legs; and a hornless sheep is rarely to be seen: but as soon as you pass the
river eastward, and mount Beeding-hill, all the flocks at once become hornless,
or, as they call them, poll-sheep; and have moreover black faces with a white
tuft of wool on their foreheads, and speckled and spotted legs: so that you
would think that the flocks of Laban were pasturing on one side of the stream,
and the variegated breed of his son-in-law Jacob were cantoned along on the
other. And this diversity holds good respectively on each side from the valley
of Bramber and Beeding to the eastward, and westward all the whole length of
the downs. If you talk with the shepherds on this subject, they tell you that
the case has been so from time immemorial: and smile at your simplicity if you
ask them whether the situation of these two different breeds might not be
reversed? However, an intelligent friend of mine near Chichester is determined
to try the experiment; and has this autumn, at the hazard of being laughed at,
introduced a parcel of black-faced hornless rams among his horned western ewes.
The black-faced poll-sheep have the shortest legs and the finest wool.</p>
<p>As I had hardly ever before travelled these downs at so late a season of the
year, I was determined to keep as sharp a look-out as possible so near the
southern coast, with respect to the summer short-winged birds of passage. We
make great inquiries concerning the withdrawing of the swallow kind, without
examining enough into the causes why this tribe is never to be seen in winter;
for, entre nous, the disappearing of the latter is more marvellous than that of
the former, and much more unaccountable. The hirundines, if they please, are
certainly capable of migration; and yet no doubt are often found in a torpid
state: but redstarts, nightingales, white-throats, black-caps, etc., etc., are
very ill provided for long flights; have never been once found, as I ever heard
of, in a torpid state, and yet can never be supposed, in such troops, from year
to year to dodge and elude the eyes of the curious and inquisitive, which from
day to day discern the other small birds that are known to abide our winters.
But, notwithstanding all my care, I saw nothing like a summer bird of passage:
and, what is more strange, not one wheat-ear, though they abound so in the
autumn as to be a considerable perquisite to the shepherds that take them; and
though many are to be seen to my knowledge all the winter through in many parts
of the south of England. The most intelligent shepherds tell me that some few
of these birds appear on the downs in March, and then withdraw to breed
probably in warrens and stone-quarries: now and then a nest is plowed up in a
fallow on the downs under a furrow, but it is thought a rarity. At the time of
wheat-harvest they begin to be taken in great numbers; are sent for sale in
vast quantities to Brighthelmstone and Tunbridge; and appear at the tables of
all the gentry that entertain with any degree of elegance. About Michaelmas
they retire and are seen no more till March. Though these birds are, when in
season, in great plenty on the south downs round Lewes, yet at East-Bourn,
which is the eastern extremity of those downs, they abound much more. One thing
is very remarkable — that though in the height of the season so many
hundreds of dozens are taken, yet they never are seen to flock; and it is a
rare thing to see more than three or four at a time: so that there must be a
perpetual flitting and constant progressive succession. It does not appear that
any wheat-ears are taken to the westward of Houghton-bridge, which stands on
the river Arun.</p>
<p>I did not fail to look particularly after my new migration of ring-ousels; and
to take notice whether they continued on the downs to this season of the year;
as I had formerly remarked them in the month of October all the way from
Chichester to Lewes wherever there were any shrubs and covert: but not one bird
of this sort came within my observation. I only saw a few larks and whin-chats,
some rooks, and several kites and buzzards.</p>
<p>About Midsummer a flight of cross-bills comes to the pine-groves about this
house, but never makes any long stay.</p>
<p>The old tortoise, that I have mentioned in a former letter, still continues in
this garden; and retired under ground about the twentieth of November, and came
out again for one day on the thirtieth: it lies now buried in a wet swampy
border under a wall facing to the south, and is enveloped at present in mud and
mire!</p>
<p>Here is a large rookery round this house, the inhabitants of which seem to get
their livelihood very easily; for they spend the greatest part of the day on
their nest-trees when the weather is mild. These rooks retire every evening all
the winter from this rookery, where they only call by the way, as they are
going to roost in deep woods: at the dawn of day they always revisit their
nest-trees, and are preceded a few minutes by a flight of daws, that act, as it
were, as their harbingers.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XVIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Jan. 29, 1774.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The house-swallow, or chimney-swallow, is undoubtedly the first comer of all
the British hirundines; and appears in general on or about the thirteenth of
April, as I have remarked from many years’ observation. Not but now and
then a straggler is seen much earlier: and, in particular, when I was a boy I
observed a swallow for a whole day together on a sunny warm Shrove Tuesday;
which day could not fall out later than the middle of March, and often happened
early in February.</p>
<p>It is worth remarking that these birds are seen first about lakes and
mill-ponds; and it is also very particular, that if these early visitors happen
to find frost and snow, as was the case of the two dreadful springs of 1770 and
1771, they immediately withdraw for a time. A circumstance this much more in
favour of hiding than migration; since it is much more probable that a bird
should retire to its hybernaculum just at hand, than return for a week or two
only to warmer latitudes.</p>
<p>The swallow, though called the chimney-swallow, by no means builds altogether
in chimneys, but often within barns and out-houses against the rafters; and so
she did in Virgil’s time:</p>
<p class="poem">
… Ante<br/>
Garrula quam tignis nidos suspendat hirundo.</p>
<p>In Sweden she builds in barns, and is called ladu swala, the barn-swallow.
Besides, in the warmer parts of Europe there are no chimneys to houses, except
they are English-built: in these countries she constructs her nest in porches,
and gateways, and galleries, and open halls.</p>
<p>Here and there a bird may affect some odd, peculiar place; as we have known a
swallow build down the shaft of an old well, through which chalk had been
formerly drawn up for the purpose of manure: but in general with us this
hirundo breeds in chimneys; and loves to haunt those stacks where there is a
constant fire, no doubt for the sake of warmth. Not that it can subsist in the
immediate shaft where there is a fire; but prefers one adjoining to that of the
kitchen, and disregards the perpetual smoke of that funnel, as I have often
observed with some degree of wonder.</p>
<p>Five or six or more feet down the chimney does this little bird begin to form
her nest about the middle of May, which consists, like that of the
house-martin, of a crust or shell composed of dirt or mud, mixed with short
pieces of straw to render it tough and permanent; with this difference, that
whereas the shell of the martin is nearly hemispheric, that of the swallow is
open at the top, and like half a deep dish: this nest is lined with fine
grasses, and feathers which are often collected as they float in the air.</p>
<p>Wonderful is the address which this adroit bird shows all day long in ascending
and descending with security through so narrow a pass. When hovering over the
mouth of the funnel, the vibrations of her wings acting on the confined air
occasion a rumbling like thunder. It is not improbable that the dam submits to
this inconvenient situation so low in the shaft, in order to secure her broods
from rapacious birds, and particularly from owls, which frequently fall down
chimneys, perhaps in attempting to get at these nestlings.</p>
<p>The swallow lays from four to six white eggs, dotted with red specks; and
brings out her first brood about the last week in June, or the first week in
July. The progressive method by which the young are introduced into life is
very amusing: first, they emerge from the shaft with difficulty enough, and
often fall down into the rooms below: for a day or so they are fed on the
chimney-top, and then are conducted to the dead leafless bough of some tree,
where, sitting in a row, they are attended with great assiduity, and may then
be called perchers. In a day or two more they become flyers, but are still
unable to take their own food; therefore they play about near the place where
the dams are hawking for flies; and when a mouthful is collected, at a certain
signal given, the dam and the nestling advance, rising towards each other, and
meeting at an angle; the young one all the while uttering such a little quick
note of gratitude and complacency, that a person must have paid very little
regard to the wonders of nature that has not often remarked this feat.</p>
<p>The dam betakes herself immediately to the business of a second brood as soon
as she is disengaged from her first; which at once associates with the first
broods of house-martins; and with them congregates, clustering on sunny roofs,
towers, and trees. This hirundo brings out her second brood towards the middle
and end of August.</p>
<p>All the summer long is the swallow a most instructive pattern of unwearied
industry and affection; for, from morning to night, while there is a family to
be supported, she spends the whole day in skimming close to the ground, and
exerting the most sudden turns and quick evolutions. Avenues, and long walks
under hedges, and pasture-fields, and mown meadows where cattle graze, are her
delight, especially if there are trees interspersed; because in such spots
insects most abound. When a fly is taken a smart snap from her bill is heard,
resembling the noise at the shutting of a watch-case; but the motion of the
mandibles are too quick for the eye.</p>
<p>The swallow, probably the male bird, is the excubitor to house-martins, and
other little birds, announcing the approach of birds of prey. For as soon as an
hawk appears, with a shrill alarming note he calls all the swallows and martins
about him; who pursue in a body, and buffet and strike their enemy till they
have driven him from the village, darting down from above on his back, and
rising in a perpendicular line in perfect security. This bird also will sound
the alarm, and strike at cats when they climb on the roofs of houses, or
otherwise approach the nests. Each species of hirundo drinks as it flies along,
sipping the surface of the water; but the swallow alone, in general, washes on
the wing, by dropping into a pool for many times together: in very hot weather
house-martins and bank-martins dip and wash a little.</p>
<p>The swallow is a delicate songster, and in soft sunny weather sings both
perching and flying; on trees in a kind of concert, and on chimney-tops: is
also a bold flyer, ranging to distant downs and commons even in windy weather,
which the other species seem much to dislike; nay, even frequenting exposed
sea-port towns, and making little excursions over the salt water. Horsemen on
wide downs are often closely attended by a little party of swallows for miles
together, which plays before and behind them, sweeping around, and collecting
all the skulking insects that are roused by the trampling of the horses’
feet: when the wind blows hard, without this expedient, they are often forced
to settle to pick up their lurking prey.</p>
<p>This species feeds much on little coleoptera, as well as on gnats and flies:
and often settles on dug ground, or paths, for gravels to grind and digest its
food. Before they depart, for some weeks, to a bird, they forsake houses and
chimneys, and roost in trees; and usually withdraw about the beginning of
October; though some few stragglers may appear on at times till the first week
in November.</p>
<p>Some few pairs haunt the new and open streets of London next the fields, but do
not enter, like the house-martin, the close and crowded parts of the city.</p>
<p>Both male and female are distinguished from their congeners by the length and
forkedness of their tails. They are undoubtedly the most nimble of all the
species: and when the male pursues the female in amorous chase, they then go
beyond their usual speed, and exert a rapidity almost too quick for the eye to
follow.</p>
<p>After this circumstantial detail of the life and discerning στοργὴ of the
swallow, I shall add, for your farther amusement, an anecdote or two not much
in favour of her sagacity:</p>
<p>A certain swallow built for two years together on the handles of a pair of
garden-shears, that were stuck up against the boards in an out-house, and
therefore must have her nest spoiled whenever that implement was wanted: and,
what is stranger still, another bird of the same species built its nest on the
wings and body of an owl that happened by accident to hang dead and dry from
the rafter of a barn. This owl, with the nest on its wings, and with eggs in
the nest, was brought as a curiosity worthy the most elegant private museum in
Great Britain. The owner, struck with the oddity of the sight, furnished the
bringer with a large shell, or conch, desiring him to fix it just where the owl
hung: the person did as he was ordered, and the following year a pair, probably
the same pair, built their nest in the conch, and laid their eggs.</p>
<p>The owl and the conch make a strange grotesque appearance, and are not the
least curious specimens in that wonderful collection of art and nature.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Sir Ashton Lever’s Museum.</p>
<p>Thus is instinct in animals, taken the least out of its way, an
undistinguishing, limited faculty; and blind to every circumstance that does
not immediately respect self-preservation, or lead at once to the propagation
or support of their species.</p>
<p>I am,</p>
<p>With all respect, etc., etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XIX</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Feb. 14, 1774.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>I received your favour of the eighth, and am pleased to find that you read my
little history of the swallow with your usual candour: nor was I less pleased
to find that you made objections where you saw reason.</p>
<p>As to the quotations, it is difficult to say precisely which species of hirundo
Virgil might intend in the lines in question, since the ancients did not attend
to specific differences like modern naturalists: yet somewhat may be gathered,
enough to incline me to suppose that in the two passages quoted the poet had
his eye on the swallow.</p>
<p>In the first place the epithet garrula suits the swallow well, who is a great
songster; but not the martin, which is rather a mute bird; and when it sings is
so inward as scarce to be heard. Besides, if tignum in that place signifies a
rafter rather than a beam, as it seems to me to do, then I think it must be the
swallow that is alluded to, and not the martin; since the former does
frequently build within the roof against the rafters; while the latter always,
as far as I have been able to observe, builds without the roof against eaves
and cornices.</p>
<p>As to the simile, too much stress must not be laid on it: yet the epithet nigra
speaks plainly in favour of the swallow, whose back and wings are very black;
while the rump of the martin is milk-white, its back and wings blue, and all
its under part white as snow. Nor can the clumsy motions (comparatively clumsy)
of the martin well represent the sudden and artful evolutions and quick turns
which Juturna gave to her brother’s chariot, so as to elude the eager
pursuit of the enraged Aeneas. The verb sonat also seems to imply a bird that
is somewhat loquacious.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Nigra velut magnas domini cum divitis ædes<br/>
Pervolat, et pennis alta atria lustrat hirundo,<br/>
Pabula parva legens, nidisque loquacibus escas:<br/>
Et nunc porticibus vacuis, nunc humida circum<br/>
Stagna sonat …</p>
<p>We have had a very wet autumn and winter, so as to raise the springs to a pitch
beyond any thing since 1764; which was a remarkable year for floods and high
waters. The land-springs, which we call lavants, break out much on the downs of
Sussex, Hampshire, and Wiltshire. The country people say when the lavants rise
corn will always be dear; meaning that when the earth is so glutted with water
as to send forth springs on the downs and uplands, that the corn-vales must be
drowned; and so it has proved for these ten or eleven years past. For
land-springs have never obtained more since the memory of man than during that
period; nor has there been known a greater scarcity of all sorts of grain,
considering the great improvements of modern husbandry. Such a run of wet
seasons a century or two ago would, I am persuaded, have occasioned a famine.
Therefore pamphlets and newspaper letters, that talk of combinations, tend to
inflame and mislead; since we must not expect plenty till Providence sends us
more favourable seasons.</p>
<p>The wheat of last year, all round this district, and in the county of Rutland,
and elsewhere, yields remarkably bad: and our wheat on the ground, by the
continual late sudden vicissitudes from fierce frost to pouring rains, looks
poorly; and the turnips rot very fast.</p>
<h2>Letter XX</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Feb. 26, 1774.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The sand-martin, or bank-martin, is by much the least of any of the British
hirundines; and, as far as we have ever seen, the smallest known hirundo;
though Brisson asserts that there is one much smaller, and that is the hirundo
esculenta.</p>
<p>But it is much to be regretted that it is scarce possible for any observer to
be so full and exact as he could wish in reciting the circumstances attending
the life and conversation of this little bird, since it is fera natura, at
least in this part of the kingdom, disclaiming all domestic attachments, and
haunting wild heaths and commons where there are large lakes; while the other
species, especially the swallow and house-martin, are remarkably gentle and
domesticated, and never seem to think themselves safe but under the protection
of man.</p>
<p>Here are in this parish, in the sand-pits and banks of the lakes of
Wolmer-forest, several colonies of these birds; and yet they are never seen in
the village; nor do they at all frequent the cottages that are scattered about
in that wild district. The only instance I ever remember where this species
haunts any building is at the town of Bishop’s Waltham, in this county,
where many sand-martins nestle and breed in the scaffold-holes of the
back-wall of William of Wykeham’s stables: but then this wall stands in a
very sequestered and retired enclosure, and faces upon a large and beautiful
lake. And indeed this species seems so to delight in large waters, that no
instance occurs of their abounding, but near vast pools or rivers: and in
particular it has been remarked that they swarm in the banks of the Thames in
some places below London-bridge.</p>
<p>It is curious to observe with what different degrees of architectonic skill
Providence has endowed birds of the same genus, and so nearly correspondent in
their general mode of life! for while the swallow and the house-martin discover
the greatest address in raising and securely fixing crusts or shells of loam as
cunabula for their young, the bank-martin terebrates a round and regular hole
in the sand or earth, which is serpentine, horizontal, and about two feet deep.
At the inner end of this burrow does this bird deposit, in a good degree of
safety, her rude nest, consisting of fine grasses and feathers, usually
goose-feathers, very inartificially laid together.</p>
<p>Perseverance will accomplish anything: though at first one would be disinclined
to believe that this weak bird, with her soft and tender bill and claws, should
ever be able to bore the stubborn sand-bank without entirely disabling herself;
yet with these feeble instruments have I seen a pair of them make great
dispatch: and could remark how much they had scooped that day by the fresh sand
which ran down the bank, and was of a different colour from that which lay
loose and bleached in the sun.</p>
<p>In what space of time these little artists are able to mine and finish these
cavities I have never been able to discover, for reasons given above; but it
would be a matter worthy of observation, where it falls in the way of any
naturalist to make his remarks. This I have often taken notice of, that several
holes of different depths are left unfinished at the end of summer. To imagine
that these beginnings were intentionally made in order to be in the greater
forwardness for next spring, is allowing perhaps too much foresight and rerum
prudentia to a simple bird. May not the cause of these latebrae being left
unfinished arise from their meeting in those places with strata too harsh,
hard, and solid, for their purpose, which they relinquish, and go to a fresh
spot that works more freely ? Or may they not in other places fall in with a
soil as much too loose and mouldering, liable to flounder, and threatening to
overwhelm them and their labours ?</p>
<p>One thing is remarkable — that, after some years, the old holes are
forsaken and new ones bored; perhaps because the old habitations grow foul and
fetid from long use, or because they may so abound with fleas as to become
untenable. This species of swallow moreover is strangely annoyed with fleas:
and we have seen fleas, bed-fleas (pulex irritans), swarming at the mouths of
these holes, like bees upon the stools of their hives.</p>
<p>The following circumstance should by no means be omitted — that these
birds do not make use of their caverns by way of hybernacula, as might be
expected; since banks so perforated have been dug out with care in the winter,
when nothing was found but empty nests.</p>
<p>The sand-martin arrives much about the same time with the swallow, and lays, as
she does, from four to six white eggs. But as the species is cryptogame,
carrying on the business of nidification, incubation, and the support of its
young in the dark, it would not be so easy to ascertain the time of breeding,
were it not for the coming forth of the broods, which appear much about the
time, or rather somewhat earlier than those of the swallow. The nestlings are
supported in common like those of their congeners, with gnats and other small
insects; and sometimes they are fed with libellulae (dragon-flies) almost as
long as themselves. In the last week in June we have seen a row of these
sitting on a rail near a great pool as perchers; and so young and helpless, as
easily to be taken by hand: but whether the dams ever feed them on the wing, as
swallows and house-martins do, we have never yet been able to determine; nor do
we know whether they pursue and attack birds of prey.</p>
<p>When they happen to breed near hedges and enclosures, they are dispossessed of
their breeding holes by the house-sparrow, which is on the same account a fell
adversary to house-martins.</p>
<p>These hirundines are no songsters, but rather mute, making only a little harsh
noise when a person approaches their nests. They seem not to be of a sociable
turn, never with us congregating with their congeners in the autumn.
Undoubtedly they breed a second time, like the house-martin and swallow; and
withdraw about Michaelmas.</p>
<p>Though in some particular districts they may happen to abound, yet in the
whole, in the south of England at least, is this much the rarest species. For
there are few towns or large villages but what abound with house-martins; few
churches, towers, or steeples, but what are haunted by some swifts; scarce a
hamlet or single cottage-chimney that has not its swallow; while the
bank-martins, scattered here and there, live a sequestered life among some
abrupt sand-hills, and in the banks of some few rivers.</p>
<p>These birds have a peculiar manner of flying; flitting about with odd jerks,
and vacillations, not unlike the motions of a butterfly. Doubtless the flight
of all hirundines is influenced by, and adapted to, the peculiar sort of
insects which furnish their food. Hence it would be worth inquiry to examine
what particular group of insects affords the principal food of each respective
species of swallow.</p>
<p>Notwithstanding what has been advanced above, some few sand-martins, I see,
haunt the skirts of London, frequenting the dirty pools in Saint
George’s-Fields, and about White-Chapel. The question is where these
build, since there are no banks or bold shores in that neighbourhood: perhaps
they nestle in the scaffold-holes of some old or new deserted building. They
dip and wash as they fly sometimes, like the house-martin and swallow.</p>
<p>Sand-martins differ from their congeners in the diminutiveness of their size,
and in their colour, which is what is usually called a mouse-colour. Near
Valencia in Spain, they are taken, says Willughby, and sold in the markets for
the table; and are called by the country people, probably from their desultory
jerking manner of flight, Papilion de montagna.</p>
<h2>Letter XXI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Sept. 28, 1774.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>As the swift or black-martin is the largest of the British hirundines, so is it
undoubtedly the latest comer. For I remember but one instance of its appearing
before the last week in April: and in some of our late frosty, harsh springs,
it has not been seen till the beginning of May. This species usually arrives in
pairs.</p>
<p>The swift, like the sand-martin, is very defective in architecture, making no
crust, or shell, for its nest; but forming it of dry grasses and feathers, very
rudely and inartificially put together. With all my attention to these birds, I
have never been able once to discover one in the act of collecting or carrying
in materials: so that I have suspected (since their nests are exactly the same)
that they sometimes usurp upon the house-sparrows, and expel them, as sparrows
do the house and sand-martin; well remembering that I have seen them squabbling
together at the entrance of their holes; and the sparrows up in arms, and much
disconcerted at these intruders. And yet I am assured, by a nice observer in
such matters, that they do collect feathers for their nests in Andalusia; and
that he has shot them with such materials in their mouths.</p>
<p>Swifts, like sand-martins, carry on the business of nidification quite in the
dark, in crannies of castles, and towers, and steeples, and upon the tops of
the walls of churches under the roof; and therefore cannot be so narrowly
watched as those species that build more openly: but, from what I could ever
observe, they begin nesting about the middle of May; and I have remarked, from
eggs taken, that they have sat hard by the ninth of June. In general they haunt
tall buildings, churches, and steeples, and breed only in such: yet in this
village some pairs frequent the lowest and meanest cottages, and educate their
young under those thatched roofs. We remember but one instance where they breed
out of buildings; and that is in the sides of a deep chalk-pit near the town of
Odiham, in this county, where we have seen many pairs entering the crevices,
and skimming and squeaking round the precipices.</p>
<p>As I have regarded these amusive birds with no small attention, if I should
advance something new and peculiar with respect to them, and different from all
other birds, I might perhaps be credited; especially as my assertion is the
result of many years’ exact observation. The fact that I would advance
is, that swifts tread, or copulate, on the wing: and I would wish any nice
observer, that is startled at this supposition, to use his own eyes, and I
think he will soon be convinced. In another class of animals, viz., the insect,
nothing is so common as to see the different species of many genera in
conjunction as they fly. The swift is almost continually on the wing; and as it
never settles on the ground, on trees, or roofs, would seldom find opportunity
for amorous rites, was it not enabled to indulge them in the air. If any person
would watch these birds of a fine morning in May, as they are sailing round at
a great height from the ground, he would see, every now and then, one drop on
the back of another, and both of them sink down together for many fathoms with
a loud piercing shriek. This I take to be the juncture when the business of
generation is carrying on.</p>
<p>As the swift eats, drinks, collects materials for its nest, and, at it seems,
propagates on the wing; it appears to live more in the air than any other bird,
and to perform all functions there save those of sleeping and incubation.</p>
<p>This hirundo differs widely from its congeners in laying invariably but two
eggs at a time, which are milk-white, long, and peaked at the small end;
whereas the other species lay at each brood from four to six. It is a most
alert bird, rising very early, and retiring to roost very late; and is on the
wing in the height of summer at least sixteen hours. In the longest days it
does not withdraw to rest till a quarter before nine in the evening, being the
latest of all day birds. Just before they retire whole groups of them assemble
high in the air, and squeak, and shoot about with wonderful rapidity. But this
bird is never so much alive as in sultry thundry weather, when it expresses
great alacrity, and calls forth all its powers. In hot mornings several,
getting together in little parties, dash round the steeples and churches,
squeaking as they go in a very clamorous manner; these, by nice observers, are
supposed to be males, serenading their sitting hens; and not without reason,
since they seldom squeak till they come close to the walls or eaves, and since
those within utter at the same time a little inward note of complacency.</p>
<p>When the hen has sat hard all day, she rushes forth just as it is almost dark,
and stretches and relieves her weary limbs, and snatches a scanty meal for a
few minutes, and then returns to her duty of incubation. Swifts, when wantonly
and cruelly shot while they have young, discover a little lump of insects in
their mouths, which they pouch and hold under their tongue. In general they
feed in a much higher district than the other species; a proof that gnats and
other insects do also abound to a considerable height in the air: they also
range to vast distances; since locomotion is no labour to them, who are endowed
with such wonderful powers of wing. Their powers seem to be in proportion to
their levers; and their wings are longer in proportion than those of almost any
other bird. When they mute, or ease themselves in flight, they raise their
wings, and make them meet over their backs.</p>
<p>At some certain times in the summer I had remarked that swifts were hawking
very low for hours together over pools and streams; and could not help
inquiring into the object of their pursuit that induced them to descend so much
below their usual range. After some trouble, I found that they were taking
phryganeae, ephemerae, and libellulae (cadew-flies, may-flies, and
dragon-flies) that were just emerged out of their aurelia state. I then no
longer wondered that they should be so willing to stoop for a prey that
afforded them such plentiful and succulent nourishment.</p>
<p>They bring out their young about the middle or latter end of July: but as these
never become perchers, nor, that ever I could discern, are fed on the wing by
their dams, the coming forth of the young is not so notorious as in the other
species.</p>
<p>On the thirtieth of last June I untiled the eaves of an house where many pairs
build, and found in each nest only two squab naked pulli: on the eighth of July
I repeated the same inquiry, and found they had made very little progress
towards a fledged state, but were still naked and helpless. From whence we may
conclude that birds whose way of life keeps them perpetually on the wing would
not be able to quit their nest till the end of the month. Swallows and martins,
that have numerous families, are continually feeding them every two or three
minutes; while swifts, that have but two young to maintain, are much at their
leisure, and do not attend on their nests for hours together.</p>
<p>Sometimes they pursue and strike at hawks that come in their way; but not with
that vehemence and fury that swallows express on the same occasion. They are
out all day long in wet days, feeding about, and disregarding still rain: from
whence two things may be gathered; first, that many insects abide high in the
air, even in rain; and next, that the feathers of these birds must be well
preened to resist so much wet. Windy, and particularly windy weather with heavy
showers, they dislike; and on such days withdraw, and are scarce ever seen.</p>
<p>There is a circumstance respecting the colour of swifts, which seems not to be
unworthy our attention. When they arrive in the spring they are all over of a
glossy, dark soot-colour, except their chins, which are white; but, by being
all day long in the sun and air, they become quite weather-beaten and bleached
before they depart, and yet they return glossy again in the spring. Now, if
they pursue the sun into lower latitudes, as some suppose, in order to enjoy a
perpetual summer, why do they not return bleached ? Do they not rather perhaps
retire to rest for a season, and at that juncture moult and change their
feathers, since all other birds are known to moult soon after the season of
breeding?</p>
<p>Swifts are very anomalous in many particulars, dissenting from all their
congeners not only in the number of their young, but in breeding but once in a
summer; whereas all the other British hirundines breed invariably twice. It is
past all doubt that swifts can breed but once, since they withdraw in a short
time after the flight of their young, and some time before their congeners
bring out their second brood. We may here remark, that, as swifts breed but
once in a summer, and only two at a time, and the other hirundines twice, the
latter, who lay from four to six eggs, increase at an average five times as
fast as the former.</p>
<p>But in nothing are swifts more singular than in their early retreat. They
retire, as to the main body of them, by the tenth of August, and sometimes a
few days sooner: and every straggler invariably withdraws by the twentieth,
while their congeners, all of them, stay till the beginning of October; many of
them all through that month, and some occasionally to the beginning of
November. This early retreat is mysterious and wonderful, since that time is
often the sweetest season in the year. But, what is more extraordinary, they
begin to retire still earlier in the most southerly parts of Andalusia, where
they can be no ways influenced by any defect of heat; or, as one might suppose,
defect of food. Are they regulated in their motions with us by a failure of
food, or by a propensity to moulting, or by a disposition to rest after so
rapid a life, or by what? This is one of those incidents in natural history
that not only baffles our searches, but almost eludes our guesses!</p>
<p>These hirundines never perch on trees or roofs, and so never congregate with
their congeners. They are fearless while haunting their nesting places, and are
not to be scared with a gun; and are often beaten down with poles and cudgels
as they stoop to go under the eaves. Swifts are much infested with those pests
to the genus called hippoboscae hirundinis; and often wriggle and scratch
themselves, in their flight, to get rid of that clinging annoyance.</p>
<p>Swifts are no songsters, and have only one harsh screaming note; yet there are
ears to which it is not displeasing, from an agreeable association of ideas,
since that note never occurs but in the most lovely summer weather.</p>
<p>They never settle on the ground but through accident; and when down can hardly
rise, on account of the shortness of their legs and the length of their wings:
neither can they walk, but only crawl; but they have a strong grasp with their
feet, by which they cling to walls. Their bodies being flat they can enter a
very narrow crevice; and where they cannot pass on their bellies they will turn
up edgewise.</p>
<p>The particular formation of the foot discriminates the swift from all British
hirundines; and indeed from all other known birds, the hirundo melba, great
white-bellied swift of Gibraltar, excepted; for it is so disposed as to carry
‘omnes quatuor digitos anticos’ all its four toes forward; besides,
the least toe, which should be the back-toe, consists of one bone alone, and
the other three only of two apiece. A construction most rare and peculiar, but
nicely adapted to the purposes in which their feet are employed. This, and some
peculiarities attending the nostrils and under mandible, have induced a
discerning naturalist* to suppose that this species might constitute a genus
per se.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* John Antony Scopoli, of Carniola, M.D.</p>
<p>In London a party of swifts frequents the Tower, playing and feeding over the
river just below the bridge; others haunt some of the churches of the Borough
next the fields; but do not venture, like the house-martin, into the close
crowded part of the town.</p>
<p>The Swedes have bestowed a very pertinent name on this swallow, calling it ring
swala, form the perpetual rings or circles that it takes round the scene of its
nidification.</p>
<p>Swifts feed on coleoptera, or small beetles with hard cases over their wings,
as well as on the softer insects; but it does not appear how they can procure
gravel to grind their food, as swallows do, since they never settle on the
ground. Young ones, over-run with hippoboscae, are sometimes found, under their
nests, fallen to the ground: the number of vermin rendering their abode
insupportable any longer. They frequent in this village several abject
cottages: yet a succession still haunts the same unlikely roofs: a good proof
this that the same birds return to the same spots. As they must stoop very low
to get up under these humble eaves, cats lie in wait, and sometimes catch them
on the wing.</p>
<p>On the fifth of July, 1775, I again untiled part of a roof over the nest of a
swift. The dam sat in the nest; but so strongly was she affected by natural
στοργὴ for her brood, which she supposed to be in danger, that, regardless of
her own safety, she would not stir, but lay sullenly by them, permitting
herself to be taken in hand. The squab young we brought down and placed on the
grass-plot, where they tumbled about, and were as helpless as a new-born child.
While we contemplated their naked bodies, their unwieldy disproportioned
abdomina, and their heads, too heavy for their necks to support, we could not
but wonder when we reflected that these shiftless beings in a little more than
a fortnight would be able to dash through the air almost with the inconceivable
swiftness of a meteor; and perhaps, in their emigration must traverse vast
continents and oceans as distant as the equator. So soon does nature advance
small birds to their ἡλικία or state of perfection; while the progressive
growth of men and large quadrupeds is slow and tedious!</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Sept. 13, 1774.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>By means of a straight cottage chimney I had an opportunity this summer of
remarking, at my leisure, how swallows ascend and descend through the shaft;
but my pleasure, in contemplating the address with which this feat was
performed to a consideraable depth in the chimney, was somewhat interrupted by
apprehensions lest my eyes might undergo the same fate with those of Tobit.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Tobit ii. 10.</p>
<p>Perhaps it may be some amusement to you to hear at what times the different
species of hirundines arrived this spring in three very distant counties of
this kingdom. With us the swallow was seen first on April the 4th, the swift on
April the 24th, the bank-martin on April the 12th, and the house-martin not
till April the 30th. At South Zele, Devonshire, swallows did not arrive till
April the 25th; swifts, in plenty, on May the 1st; and house-martins not till
the middle of May. At Blackburn, in Lancashire, swifts were seen April the
28th, swallows April the 29th, house-martins May the 1st. Do these different
dates, in such distant districts, prove anything for or against migration ?</p>
<p>A farmer, near Weyhill, fallows his land with two teams of asses; one of which
works till noon, and the other in the afternoon. When these animals have done
their work, they are penned, all night, like sheep, on the fallow. In the
winter they are confined and foddered in a yard, and make plenty of dung.</p>
<p>Linnaeus says that hawks ‘paciscuntur inducias cum avibus, quamdiu
cuculus cuculat’ but it appears to me that, during that period, many
little birds are taken and destroyed by birds of prey, as may be seen by their
feathers left in lanes and under hedges.</p>
<p>The missel-thrush is, while breeding, fierce and pugnacious, driving such birds
as approach its nest, with great fury, to a distance. The Welch call it pen y
llwyn, the head or master of the coppice. He suffers no magpie, jay, or
blackbird, to enter the garden where he haunts; and is, for the time, a good
guard to the new-sown legumens. In general he is very successful in the defence
of his family: but once I observed in my garden, that several magpies came
determined to storm the nest of a missel-thrush: the dams defended their
mansion with great vigour, and fought resolutely pro aris & focis; but
numbers at last prevailed, they tore the nest to pieces, and swallowed the
young alive.</p>
<p>In the season of notification the wildest birds are comparatively tame. Thus
the ring-dove breeds in my fields, though they are continually frequented; and
the missel-thrush, though most shy and wild in the autumn and winter, builds in
my garden close to a walk where people are passing all day long.</p>
<p>Wall-fruit abounds with me this year: but my grapes, that used to be forward
and good, are at present backward beyond all precedent: and this is not the
worst of the story; for the same ungenial weather, the same black cold
solstice, has injured the more necessary fruits of the earth, and discoloured
and blighted our wheat. The crop of hops promises to be very large.</p>
<p>Frequent returns of deafness incommode me sadly, and half disqualify me for a
naturalist; for, when those fits are upon me, I lose all the pleasing notices
and little intimations arising from rural sounds: and May is to me as silent
and mute with respect to the notes of birds, etc., as August. My eyesight is,
thank God, quick and good; but with respect to the other sense, I am, at times,
disabled:</p>
<p class="poem">
And Wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.</p>
<h2>Letter XXIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, June 8, 1775.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>On September the 21st, 1741, being then on a visit, and intent on
field-diversions, I rose before daybreak: when I came into the enclosures, I
found the stubbles and clover-grounds matted all over with a thick coat of
cobweb, in the meshes of which a copious and heavy dew hung so plentifully that
the whole face of the country seemed, as it were, covered with two or three
setting-nets drawn one over another. When the dogs attempted to hunt, their
eyes were so blinded and hoodwinked that they could not proceed, but were
obliged to lie down and scrape the incumbrances from their faces with their
fore-feet, so that, finding my sport interrupted, I returned home musing in my
mind on the oddness of the occurrence.</p>
<p>As the morning advanced the sun became bright and warm, and the day turned out
one of those most lovely ones which no season but the autumn produces;
cloudless, calm, serene, and worthy of the South of France itself.</p>
<p>About nine an appearance very unusual began to demand our attention, a shower
of cobwebs falling from very elevated regions, and continuing, without any
interruption, till the close of the day. These webs were not single filmy
threads, floating in the air in all directions, but perfect flakes or rags;
some near an inch broad, and five or six long, which fell with a degree of
velocity which showed they were considerably heavier than the atmosphere.</p>
<p>On every side as the observer turned his eyes might he behold a continual
succession of fresh flakes falling into his sight, and twinkling like stars as
they turned their sides towards the sun.</p>
<p>How far this wonderful shower extended would be difficult to say; but we know
that it reached Bradley, Selborne, and Alresford, three places which lie in a
sort of a triangle, the shortest of whose sides is about eight miles in extent.</p>
<p>At the second of those places there was a gentleman (for whose veracity and
intelligent turn we have the greatest veneration) who observed it the moment he
got abroad; but concluded that, as soon as he came upon the hill above his
house, where he took his morning rides, he should be higher than this meteor,
which he imagined might have been blown, like thistle-down, from the common
above: but, to his great astonishment, when he rode to the most elevated part
of the down, 300 feet above his fields, he found the webs in appearance still
as much above him as before; still descending into sight in a constant
succession, and twinkling in the sun, so as to draw the attention of the most
incurious.</p>
<p>Neither before nor after was any such fall observed; but on this day the flakes
hung in the trees and hedges so thick, that a diligent person sent out might
have gathered baskets full.</p>
<p>The remark that I shall make on these cobweb-like appearances, called gossamer,
is, that, strange and superstitious as the notions about them were formerly,
nobody in these days doubts but that they are the real production of small
spiders, which swarm in the fields in fine weather in autumn, and have a power
of shooting out webs from their tails so as to render themselves buoyant, and
lighter than air. But why these rapturous insects should that day take such a
wonderful aerial excursion, and why their webs should at once become so gross
and material as to be considerably more weighty than air, and to descend with
precipitation, is a matter beyond my skill. If I might be allowed to hazard a
supposition, I should imagine that those filmy threads, when first shot, might
be entangled in the rising dew, and so drawn up, spiders and all, by a brisk
evaporation into the region where clouds are formed: and if the spiders have a
power of coiling and thickening their webs in the air, as Dr. Lister says they
have [see his Letters to Mr. Ray], then, when they were become heavier than the
air, they must fall.</p>
<p>Every day in fine weather, in autumn chiefly, do I see those spiders shooting
out their webs and mounting aloft: they will go off from your finger if you
will take them into your hand. Last summer one alighted on my book as I was
reading in the parlour; and, running to the top of the page, and shooting out a
web, took its departure from thence. But what I most wondered at, was that it
went off with considerable velocity in a place where no air was stirring; and I
am sure that I did not assist it with my breath. So that these little crawlers
seem to have, while mounting, some loco-motive power without the use of wings,
and to move in the air, faster then the air itself.</p>
<h2>Letter XXIV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Aug. 15, 1775.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>There is a wonderful spirit of sociality in the brute creation, independent of
sexual attachment: the congregating of gregarious birds in the winter is a
remarkable instance.</p>
<p>Many horses, though quiet with company, will not stay one minute in a field by
themselves: the strongest fences cannot restrain them. My neighbour’s
horse will not only not stay by himself abroad, but he will not bear to be left
alone in a strange stable without discovering the utmost impatience, and
endeavouring to break the rack and manger with his fore feet. He has been known
to leap out at a stable-window, through which dung was thrown, after company;
and yet in other respects is remarkably quiet. Oxen and cows will not fatten by
themselves; but will neglect the finest pasture that is not recommended by
society. It would be needless to instance in sheep, which constantly flock
together.</p>
<p>But this propensity seems not to be confined to animals of the same species;
for we know a doe still alive, that was brought up from a little fawn with a
dairy of cows; with them it goes afield, and with them it returns to the yard.
The dogs of the house take no notice of this deer, being used to her; but, if
strange dogs come by, a chase ensues; while the master smiles to see his
favourite securely leading her pursuers over hedge, or gate, or stile, till she
returns to the cows, who, with fierce longings and menacing horns, drive the
assailants quite out of the pasture.</p>
<p>Even great disparity of kind and size does not always prevent social advances
and mutual fellowship. For a very intelligent and observant person has assured
me that, in the former part of his life, keeping but one horse, he happened
also on a time to have but one solitary hen. These two incongruous animals
spent much of their time together in a lonely orchard, where they saw no
creature but each other. By degrees an apparent regard began to take place
between these two sequestered individuals. The fowl would approach the
quadruped with notes of complacency, rubbing herself gently against his legs;
while the horse would look down with satisfaction, and move with the greatest
caution and circumspection, lest he should trample on his diminutive companion.
Thus, by mutual good offices, each seemed to console the vacant hours of the
other: so that Milton, when he puts the following sentiment in the mouth of
Adam, seems to be somewhat mistaken:</p>
<p class="poem">
Much less can bird with beast, or fish with fowl,<br/>
So well converse, nor with the ox the ape.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Oct. 2, 1775.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>We have two gangs or hordes of gypsies which infest the south and west of
England, and come round in their circuit two or three times in the year. One of
these tribes calls itself by the noble name of Stanley, of which I have nothing
particular to say; but the other is distinguished by an appellative somewhat
remarkable. — As far as their harsh gibberish can be understood, they
seem to say that the name of their clan is Curleople; now the termination of
this word is apparently Grecian: and as Mezeray and the gravest historians all
agree that these vagrants did certainly migrate from Egypt and the East two or
three centuries ago, and so spread by degrees over Europe, may not this name, a
little corrupted, be the very name they brought with them from the Levant? It
would be matter of some curiosity, could one meet with an intelligent person
among them, to inquire whether, in their jargon, they still retain any Greek
words: the Greek radicals will appear in hand, foot, head, water, earth, etc.
It is possible that amidst their cant and corrupted dialect many mutilated
remains of their native language might still be discovered.</p>
<p>With regard to those peculiar people, the gypsies, one thing is very
remarkable, and especially as they came from warmer climates; and that is, that
while other beggars lodge in barns, stables, and cow-houses, these sturdy
savages seem to pride themselves in braving the severities of winter, and in
living sub dio the whole year round. Last September was as wet a month as ever
was known; and yet during those deluges did a young gypsy-girl lie-in in the
midst of one of our hop-gardens, on the cold ground, with nothing over her but
a piece of blanket extended on a few hazel-rods bent hoop-fashion, and stuck
into the earth at each end, in circumstances too trying for a cow in the same
condition: yet within this garden there was a large hop-kiln, into the chambers
of which she might have retired, had she thought shelter an object worthy her
attention.</p>
<p>Europe itself, it seems, cannot set bounds to the rovings of those vagabonds;
for Mr. Bell, in his return from Peking, met a gang of these people on the
confines of Tartary, who were endeavouring to penetrate those deserts and try
their fortune in China.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See Bell’s Travels in China.</p>
<p>Gypsies are called in French, Bohemians; in Italian and modern Greek, Zingari.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXVI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Nov. 1, 1775.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p class="poem">
Hic … taedae pingues, hic plurimus ignis<br/>
Semper, et assidua postes fuligine nigri.</p>
<p>I shall make no apology for troubling you with the detail of a very simple
piece of domestic Economy, being satisfied that you think nothing beneath your
attention that tends to utility: the matter alluded to is the use of rushes
instead of candles, which I am well aware prevails in many districts besides
this; but as I know there are countries also where it does not obtain, and as I
have considered the subject with some degree of exactness, I shall proceed in
my humble story, and leave you to judge of the expediency.</p>
<p>The proper species of rush for this purpose seems to be the juncus effusus, or
common soft rush, which is to be found in most moist pastures, by the sides of
streams, and under hedges. These rushes are in best condition in the height of
summer; but may be gathered, so as to serve the purpose well, quite on to
autumn. It would be needless to add that the largest and longest are best.
Decayed labourers, women, and children, make it their business to procure and
prepare them. As soon as they are cut they must be flung into water, and kept
there; for otherwise they will dry and shrink, and the peel will not run. At
first a person would find it no easy matter to divest a rush of its peel or
rind, so as to leave one regular, narrow, even rib from top to bottom that may
support the pith: but this, like other feats, soon becomes familiar even to
children; and we have seen an old woman, stone-blind, performing this business
with great dispatch, and seldom failing to strip them with the nicest
regularity. When these junci are thus far prepared, they must lie out on the
grass to be bleached, and take the dew for some nights, and afterwards be dried
in the sun.</p>
<p>Some address is required in dipping these rushes in the scalding fat or grease;
but this knack also is to be attained by practice. The careful wife of an
industrious Hampshire labourer obtains all her fat for nothing; for she saves
the scumrnings of her bacon-pot for this use; and, if the grease abounds with
salt, she causes the salt to precipitate to the bottom, by setting the
scummings in a warm oven. Where hogs are not much in use, and especially by the
sea-side, the coarser animal oils will come very cheap. A pound of common
grease may be procured for four pence; and about six pounds of grease will dip
a pound of rushes; and one pound of rushes may be bought for one shilling: so
that a pound of rushes, medicated and ready for use, will cost three shillings.
If men that keep bees will mix a little wax with the grease, it will give it a
consistency, and render it more cleanly, and make the rushes burn longer:
mutton-suet would have the same effect.</p>
<p>A good rush, which measured in length two feet four inches and an half, being
minuted, burnt only three minutes short of an hour: and a rush still of greater
length has been known to burn one hour and a quarter.</p>
<p>These rushes give a good clear light. Watch-lights (coated with tallow), it is
true, shed a dismal one, ‘darkness visible’; but then the wicks of
those have two ribs of the rind, or peel, to support the pith, while the wick
of the dipped rush has but one. The two ribs are intended to impede the
progress of the flame, and make the candle last.</p>
<p>In a pound of dry rushes, avoirdupois, which I caused to be weighed and
numbered, we found upwards of one thousand six hundred individuals. Now suppose
each of these burns, one with another, only half an hour, then a poor man will
purchase eight hundred hours of light, a time exceeding thirty-three entire
days, for three shillings. According to this account each rush, before dipping,
costs 1/33 of a farthing, and 1/11 afterwards. Thus a poor family will enjoy
5&1/2 hours of comfortable light for a farthing. An experienced old
housekeeper assures me that one pound and a half of rushes completely supplies
his family the year round, since working people burn no candle in the long
days, because they rise and go to bed by daylight.</p>
<p>Little farmers use rushes much in the short days, both morning and evening in
the dairy and kitchen; but the very poor, who are always the worst economists,
and therefore must continue very poor, buy an halfpenny candle every evening,
which, in their blowing open rooms, does not burn much more than two hours.
Thus have they only two hours’ light for their money instead of eleven.</p>
<p>While on the subject of rural oeconomy, it may not be improper to mention a
pretty implement of housewifery that we have seen no where else; that is,
little neat besoms which our foresters make from the stalk of the polytricum
commune, or great golden maiden-hair, which they call silk-wood, and find
plenty in the bogs. When this moss is well combed and dressed, and divested of
its outer skin, it becomes of a beautiful bright chestnut colour; and, being
soft and pliant, is very proper for the dusting of beds, curtains, carpets,
hangings, etc. If these besoms were known to the brushmakers in town, it is
probable they might come much in use for the purpose above-mentioned.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* A besom of this sort is to be seen in Sir Ashton Lever’s Museum.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXVII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, December 12, 1775.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>We had in this village more than twenty years ago an idiot-boy, whom I well
remember, who, from a child, showed a strong propensity to bees; they were his
food, his amusement, his sole object. And as people of this cast have seldom
more than one point in view, so this lad exerted all his few faculties on this
one pursuit. In the winter he dosed away his time, within his father’s
house, by the fireside, in a kind of torpid state, seldom departing from the
chimney-corner; but in the summer he was all alert, and in quest of his game in
the fields, and on sunny banks. Honeybees, humble-bees, and wasps, were his
prey wherever he found them: he had no apprehensions from their stings, but
would seize them nudis manibus, and at once disarm them of their weapons, and
suck their bodies for the sake of their honey-bags. Sometimes he would fill his
bosom between his shirt and his skin with a number of these captives; and
sometimes would confine them in bottles. He was a very merops apiaster, or
bee-bird; and very injurious to men that kept bees; for he would slide into
their bee-gardens, and, sitting down before the stools, would rap with his
finger on the hives, and so take the bees as they came out. He has been known
to overturn hives for the sake of honey, of which he was passionately fond.
Where metheglin was making he would linger round the tubs and vessels, begging
a draught of what he called bee-wine. As he ran about he used to make a humming
noise with his lips, resembling the buzzing of bees. This lad was lean and
sallow, and of a cadaverous complexion; and, except in his favourite pursuit,
in which he was wonderfully adroit, discovered no manner of understanding. Had
his capacity been better, and directed to the same object, he had perhaps
abated much of our wonder at the feats of a more modern exhibitor of bees; and
we may justly say of him now,</p>
<p class="poem">
… Thou,<br/>
Had thy presiding star propitious shone,<br/>
Should’st Wildman be. …</p>
<p>When a tall youth he was removed from hence to a distant village, where he
died, as I understand, before he arrived at manhood.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXVIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Jan. 8, 1776.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>It is the hardest thing in the world to shake off superstitious prejudices:
they are sucked in as it were with our mother’s milk; and growing up with
us at a time when they take the fastest hold and make the most lasting
impressions, become so interwoven into our very constitutions, that the
strongest good sense is required to disengage ourselves from them. No wonder
therefore that the lower people retain them their whole lives through, since
their minds are not invigorated by a liberal education, and therefore not
enabled to make any efforts adequate to the occasion.</p>
<p>Such a preamble seems to be necessary before we enter on the superstitions of
this district, lest we should be suspected of exaggeration in a recital of
practices too gross for this enlightened age.</p>
<p>But the people of Tring, in Hertfordshire, would do well to remember, that no
longer ago than the year 1751, and within twenty miles of the capital, they
seized on two superannuated wretches, crazed with age, and overwhelmed with
infirmities, on a suspicion of witchcraft; and, by trying experiments, drowned
them in a horse-pond.</p>
<p>In a farm-yard near the middle of this village stands, at this day, a row of
pollard-ashes, which, by the seams and long cicatrices down their sides,
manifestly show that, in former times, they have been cleft asunder. These
trees, when young and flexible, were severed and held open by wedges, while
ruptured children, stripped naked, were pushed through the apertures, under a
persuasion that, by such a process, the poor babes would be cured of their
infirmity. As soon as the operation was over, the tree, in the suffering part,
was plastered with loam, and carefully swathed up. If the parts coalesced and
soldered together, as usually fell out, where the feat was performed with any
adroitness at all, the party was cured; but, where the cleft continued to gape,
the operation, it was supposed, would prove ineffectual. Having occasion to
enlarge my garden not long since, I cut down two or three such trees, one of
which did not grow together.</p>
<p>We have several persons now living in the village, who, in their childhood,
were supposed to be healed by this superstitious ceremony, derived down perhaps
from our Saxon ancestors, who practiced it before their conversion to
Christianity.</p>
<p>At the south corner of the Plestor, or area, near the church, there stood,
about twenty years ago, a very old grotesque hollow pollard-ash, which for
ages had been looked on with no small veneration as a shrew-ash. Now a
shrew-ash is an ash whose twigs or branches, when gently applied to the limbs
of cattle, will immediately relieve the pains which a beast suffers from the
running of a shrew-mouse over the part affected: for it is supposed that a
shrew-mouse is of so baneful and deleterious a nature, that wherever it creeps
over a beast, be it horse, cow, or sheep, the suffering animal is afflicted
with cruel anguish, and threatened with the loss of the use of the limb.
Against this accident, to which they were continually liable, our provident
fore-fathers always kept a shrew-ash at hand, which, when once medicated, would
maintain its virtue for ever. A shrew-ash was made thus: * — Into the
body of the tree a deep hole was bored with an auger, and a poor devoted
shrew-mouse was thrust in alive, and plugged in, no doubt, with several quaint
incantations long since forgotten. As the ceremonies necessary for such a
consecration are no longer understood, all succession is at an end, and no such
tree is known to subsist in the manor, or hundred.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* For a similar practice, see Plot’s Staffordshire.</p>
<p>As to that on the Plestor,</p>
<p class="poem">
The late vicar stubb’d and burnt it,</p>
<p>when he was way-warden, regardless of the remonstrances of the by-standers, who
interceded in vain for its preservation, urging its power and efficacy, and
alleging that it had been</p>
<p>Religione patrum multos servata per annos.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXIX</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Feb. 7, 1776.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>In heavy fogs, on elevated situations especially, trees are perfect alembics:
and no one that has not attended to such matters can imagine how much water one
tree will distil in a night’s time by condensing the vapour, which
trickles down the twigs and boughs, so as to make the ground below quite in a
float. In Newton-lane, in October 1775, on a misty day, a particular oak in
leaf dropped so fast that the cart-way stood in puddles and the ruts ran with
water, though the ground in general was dusty.</p>
<p>In some of our smaller islands in the West-Indies, if I mistake not, there are
no springs or rivers; but the people are supplied with that necessary element,
water, merely by the dripping of some large tall trees, which, standing in the
bosom of a mountain, keep their heads constantly enveloped with fogs and
clouds, from which they dispense their kindly never-ceasing moisture; and so
render those districts habitable by condensation alone.</p>
<p>Trees in leaf have such a vast proportion more of surface than those that are
naked, that, in theory, their condensations should greatly exceed those that
are stripped of their leaves; but, as the former imbibe also a great quantity
of moisture, it is difficult to say which drip most: but this I know, that
deciduous trees that are entwined with much ivy seem to distil the greatest
quantity. Ivy-leaves are smooth, and thick, and cold, and therefore condense
very fast; and besides evergreens imbibe very little. These facts may furnish
the intelligent with hints concerning what trees they should plant round small
ponds that they would wish to be perennial; and show them how advantageous some
trees are in preference to others.</p>
<p>Trees perspire profusely, condense largely, and check evaporation so much, that
woods are always moist: no wonder therefore that they contribute much to pools
and streams.</p>
<p>That trees are great promoters of lakes and rivers appears from a well-known
fact in North America; for, since the woods and forests have been grubbed and
cleared, all bodies of water are much diminished; so that some streams, that
were very considerable a century ago, will not now drive a common mill.*
Besides, most woodlands, forests, and chases with us abound with pools and
morasses; no doubt for the reason given above.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Vide Kalm’s Travels to North America.</p>
<p>To a thinking mind few phenomena are more strange than the state of little
ponds on the summits of chalk-hills, many of which are never dry in the most
trying droughts of summer. On chalk-hills I say, because in many rocky and
gravelly soils springs usually break out pretty high on the sides of elevated
grounds and mountains; but no person acquainted with chalky districts will
allow that they ever saw springs in such a soil but in valleys and bottoms,
since the waters of so pervious a stratum as chalk all lie on one dead level,
as well-diggers have assured me again and again.</p>
<p>Now we have many such little round ponds in this district; and one in
particular on our sheep-down, three hundred feet above my house; which though
never above three feet deep in the middle, and not more than thirty feet in
diameter, and containing perhaps not more than two or three hundred hogsheads
of water, yet never is known to fail, though it affords drink for three hundred
or four hundred sheep, and for at least twenty head of large cattle beside.
This pond, it is true, is over-hung with two moderate beeches, that, doubtless,
at times afford it much supply: but then we have others as small, that, without
the aid of trees, and in spite of evaporation from sun and wind, and perpetual
consumption by cattle, yet constantly maintain a moderate share of water,
without overflowing in the wettest seasons, as they would do if supplied by
springs. By my journal of May 1775, it appears that ‘the small and even
considerable ponds in the vales are now dried up, while the small ponds on the
very tops of hills are but little affected.’ Can this difference be
accounted for from evaporation alone, which certainly is more prevalent in
bottoms ? or rather have not those elevated pools some unnoticed recruits,
which in the night time counterbalance the waste of the day; without which the
cattle alone must soon exhaust them ? And here it will be necessary to enter
more minutely into the cause. Dr. Hales, in his Vegetable Statics, advances,
from experiment, that ‘the moister the earth is the more dew falls on it
in a night: and more than a double quantity of dew falls on a surface of water
than there does on an equal surface of moist earth.’ Hence we see that
water, by its coolness, is enabled to assimilate to itself a large quantity of
moisture nightly by condensation; and that the air, when loaded with fogs and
vapours, and even with copious dews, can alone advance a considerable and
never-failing resource. Persons that are much abroad, and travel early and
late, such as shepherds, fishermen, etc., can tell what prodigious fogs prevail
in the night on elevated downs, even in the hottest parts of summer; and how
much the surfaces of things are drenched by those swimming vapours, though, to
the senses, all the while, little moisture seems to fall.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXX</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, April 3, 1776.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Monsieur Herissant, a French anatomist, seems persuaded that he has discovered
the reason why cuckoos do not hatch their own eggs; the impediment, he
supposes, arises from the internal structure of their parts, which
incapacitates them for incubation. According to this gentleman, the crop or
craw of a cuckoo does not lie before the sternum at the bottom of the neck, as
in the gallinae columbae, etc., but immediately behind it, on and over the
bowels, so as to make a large protuberance in the belly.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Histoire de l’Academie Royale, 1752.</p>
<p>Induced by this assertion, we procured a cuckoo; and, cutting open the
breast-bone, and exposing the intestines to sight, found the crop lying as
mentioned above. This stomach was large and round, and stuffed hard like a
pin-cushion with food, which, upon nice examination, we found to consist of
various insects; such as small scarabs, spiders, and dragon-flies; the last of
which we have seen cuckoos catching on the wing as they were just emerging out
of the aurelia state. Among this farrago also were to be seen maggots, and many
seeds, which belonged either to gooseberries, currants, cranberries, or some
such fruit; so that these birds apparently subsist on insects and fruits: nor
was there the least appearance of bones, feathers, or fur to support the idle
notion of their being birds of prey.</p>
<p>The sternum in this bird seemed to us to be remarkably short, between which and
the anus lay the crop, or craw, and immediately behind that the bowels against
the backbone.</p>
<p>It must be allowed, as this anatomist observes, that the crop placed just upon
the bowels must, especially when full, be in a very uneasy situation during the
business of incubation; yet the test will be to examine whether birds that are
actually known to sit for certain are not formed in a similar manner. This
inquiry I proposed to myself to make with a fern-owl, or goat-sucker, as soon
as opportunity offered: because, if their information proves the same, the
reason for incapacity in the cuckoo will be allowed to have been taken up
somewhat hastily.</p>
<p>Not long after a fern-owl was procured, which, from its habit and shape, we
suspected might resemble the cuckoo in its internal construction. Nor were our
suspicions ill-grounded; for, upon the dissection, the crop, or craw, also lay
behind the sternum, immediately on the viscera, between them and the skin of
the belly. It was bulky, and stuffed hard with large phalaenae, moths of
several sorts, and their eggs, which no doubt had been forced out of those
insects by the action of swallowing.</p>
<p>Now as it appears that this bird, which is so well known to practice
incubation, is formed in a similar manner with cuckoos, Monsieur
Herissant’s conjecture, that cuckoos are incapable of incubation from the
disposition of their intestines, seems to fall to the ground: and we are still
at a loss for the cause of that strange and singular peculiarity in the
instance of the cuculus canorus.</p>
<p>We found the case to be the same with the ring-tail hawk, in respect to
formation; and, as far as I can recollect, with the swift; and probably it is
so with many more sorts of birds that are not granivorous.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, April 29, 1776.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>On August the 4th, 1775, we surprised a large viper, which seemed very heavy
and bloated, as it lay in the grass basking in the sun. When we came to cut it
up, we found that the abdomen was crowded with young, fifteen in number; the
shortest of which measured full seven inches, and were about the size of
full-grown earthworms. This little fry issued into the world with the true
viper-spirit about them, showing great alertness as soon as disengaged from
the belly of the dam: they twisted and wriggled about, and set themselves up,
and gaped very wide when touched with a stick, showing manifest tokens of
menace and defiance, though as yet they had no manner of fangs that we could
find, even with the help of our glasses.</p>
<p>To a thinking mind nothing is more wonderful than that early instinct which
impresses young animals with the notion of the situation of their natural
weapons, and of using them properly in their own defence, even before those
weapons subsist or are formed. Thus a young cock will spar at his adversary
before his spurs are grown; and a calf or a lamb will push with their heads
before their horns are sprouted. In the same manner did these young adders
attempt to bite before their fangs were in being. The dam however was furnished
with very formidable ones, which we lifted up (for they fold down when not
used) and cut them off with the point of our scissors.</p>
<p>There was little room to suppose that this brood had ever been in the open air
before; and that they were taken in for refuge, at the mouth of the dam, when
she perceived that danger was approaching; because then probably we should have
found them somewhere in the neck, and not in the abdomen.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Castration has a strange effect: it emasculates both man, beast, and bird, and
brings them to a near resemblance of the other sex. Thus eunuchs have smooth
unmuscular arms, thighs, and legs; and broad hips, and beardless chins, and
squeaking voices. Gelt-stags and bucks have hornless heads, like hinds and
does. Thus wethers have small horns, like ewes; and oxen large bent horns, and
hoarse voices when they low, like cows: for bulls have short straight horns;
and though they mutter and grumble in a deep tremendous tone, yet they low in a
shrill high key. Capons have small combs and gills, and look pallid about the
head, like pullets; they also walk without any parade, and hover chickens like
hens. Barrow-hogs have also small tusks like sows.</p>
<p>Thus far it is plain that the deprivation of masculine vigour puts a stop to
the growth of those parts or appendages that are looked upon as its insignia.
But the ingenious Mr. Lisle, in his book on husbandry, carries it much farther;
for he says that the loss of those insignia alone has sometimes a strange
effect on the ability itself: he had a boar so fierce and venereous, that, to
prevent mischief, orders were given for his tusks to be broken off. No sooner
had the beast suffered this injury then his powers forsook him, and he
neglected those females to whom before he was passionately attached, and from
whom no fences could restrain him.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>The natural term of an hog’s life is little known, and the reason is
plain — because it is neither profitable nor convenient to keep that
turbulent animal to the full extent of its time: however, my neighbour, a man
of substance, who had no occasion to study every little advantage to a nicety,
kept an half-bred Bantam sow, who was as thick as she was long, and whose belly
swept on the ground, till she was advanced to her seventeenth year; at which
period she showed some tokens of age by the decay of her teeth and the decline
of her fertility.</p>
<p>For about ten years this prolific mother produced two litters in the year of
about ten at a time, and once above twenty at a litter; but, as there were near
double the number of pigs to that of teats, many died. From long experience in
the world this female was grown very sagacious and artful:-when she found
occasion to converse with a boar she used to open all the intervening gates,
and march, by herself, up to a distant farm where one was kept; and when her
purpose was served would return by the same means. At the age of about fifteen
her litters began to be reduced to four or five; and such a litter she
exhibited when in her fatting-pen. She proved, when fat, good bacon, juicy, and
tender; the rind, or sward, was remarkably thin. At a moderate computation she
was allowed to have been the fruitful parent of three hundred pigs: a
prodigious instance of fecundity in so large a quadruped! She was killed in
spring 1775.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXIV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, May 9, 1776.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>… admorunt ubera tigres.</p>
<p>We have remarked in a former letter how much incongruous animals, in a lonely
state, may be attached to each other from a spirit of sociality; in this it may
not be amiss to recount a different motive which has been known to create as
strange a fondness.</p>
<p>My friend had a little helpless leveret brought to him, which the servants fed
with milk in a spoon, and about the same time his cat kittened and the young
were dispatched and buried. The hare was soon lost, and supposed to be gone the
way of most foundlings, to be killed by some dog or cat. However, in about a
fortnight, as the master was sitting in his garden in the dusk of the evening,
he observed his cat, with tail erect, trotting towards him, and calling with
little short inward notes of complacency, such as they use towards their
kittens, and something gamboling after, which proved to be the leveret that the
cat had supported with her milk, and continued to support with great affection.</p>
<p>Thus was a graminivorous animal nurtured by a carnivorous and predaceous one!</p>
<p>Why so cruel and sanguinary a beast as a cat, of the ferocious genus of Feles,
the murium leo, as Linnaeus calls it, should be affected with any tenderness
towards an animal which is its natural prey, is not so easy to determine.</p>
<p>This strange affection probably was occasioned by that desiderium, those tender
maternal feelings, which the loss of her kittens had awakened in her breast;
and by the complacency and ease she derived to herself from the procuring her
teats to be drawn, which were too much distended with milk, till, from habit,
she became as much delighted with this foundling as if it had been her real
offspring.</p>
<p>This incident is no bad solution of that strange circumstance which grave
historians as well as the poets assert, of exposed children being sometimes
nurtured by female wild beasts that probably had lost their young. For it is
not one whit more marvellous that Romulus and Remus, in their infant state,
should be nursed by a she-wolf, than that a poor little sucking leveret should
be fostered and cherished by a bloody grimalkin.</p>
<p class="poem">
… viridi fœtam Mavortis in antro<br/>
Procubuisse lupam: geminos huic ubera circum<br/>
Ludere pendentes pueros, et lambere matrem<br/>
Impavidos: illam tereti cervice reflexam<br/>
Mulcere alternos, et corpora fingere lingua.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, May 20, 1777.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Lands that are subject to frequent inundations are always poor; and probably
the reason may be because the worms are drowned. The most insignificant insects
and reptiles are of much more consequence, and have much more influence in the
Economy nature, than the incurious are aware of; and are mighty in their
effect, from their minuteness, which renders them less an object of attention;
and from their numbers and fecundity. Earth-worms, though in appearance a small
and despicable link in the chain of nature, yet, if lost, would make a
lamentable chasm. For, to say nothing of half the birds, and some quadrupeds,
which are almost entirely supported by them, worms seem to be the great
promoters of vegetation, which would proceed but lamely without them, by
boring, perforating, and loosening the soil, and rendering it pervious to rains
and the fibres of plants, by drawing straws and stalks of leaves and twigs into
it; and, most of all, by throwing up such infinite numbers of lumps of earth
called worm-casts, which, being their excrement, is a fine manure for grain and
grass. Worms probably provide new soil for hills and slopes where the rain
washes the earth away; and they affect slopes, probably to avoid being flooded.
Gardeners and farmers express their detestation of worms; the former because
they render their walks unsightly, and make them much work: and the latter
because, as they think, worms eat their green corn. But these men would find
that the earth without worms would soon become cold, hard-bound, and void of
fermentation; and consequently sterile: and besides, in favour of worms, it
should be hinted that green corn, plants, and flowers, are not so much injured
by them as by many species of coleoptera (scarabs), and tipulae (long-legs), in
their larva, or grub-state; and by unnoticed myriads of small shell-less
snails, called slugs, which silently and imperceptibly make amazing havoc in
the field and garden.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Farmer Young, of Norton-farm, says that this spring (1777) about four acres
of his wheat in one field was entirely destroyed by slugs, which swarmed on the
blades of corn, and devoured it as fast as it sprang.</p>
<p>These hints we think proper to throw out in order to set the inquisitive and
discerning to work.</p>
<p>A good monography of worms would afford much entertainment and information at
the same time, and would open a large and new field in natural history. Worms
work most in the spring; but by no means lie torpid in the dead months; are out
every mild night in the winter, as any person may be convinced that will take
the pains to examine his grass-plots with a candle; are hermaphrodites, and
much addicted to venery, and consequently very prolific.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXVI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Nov. 22, 1777.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>You cannot but remember that the twenty-sixth and twenty-seventh of last March
were very hot days; so sultry that everybody complained and were restless under
those sensations to which they had not been reconciled by gradual approaches.</p>
<p>This sudden summer-like heat was attended by many summer coincidences; for on
those two days the thermometer rose to sixty-six in the shade; many species of
insects revived and came forth; some bees swarmed in this neighbourhood; the
old tortoise, near Lewes in Sussex, awakened and came forth out of its
dormitory; and, what is most to my present purpose, many house-swallows
appeared and were very alert in many places, and particularly at Cobham, in
Surrey.</p>
<p>But as that short warm period was succeeded as well as preceded by harsh severe
weather, with frequent frosts and ice, and cutting winds, the insects withdrew,
the tortoise retired again into the ground, and the swallows were seen no more
until the tenth of April, when, the rigour of the spring abating, a softer
season began to prevail.</p>
<p>Again; it appears by my journals for many years past, that house-martins
retire, to a bird, about the beginning of October; so that a person not very
observant of such matters would conclude that they had taken their last
farewell: but then it may be seen in my diaries also that considerable flocks
have discovered themselves again in the first week of November, and often on
the fourth day of that month only for one day; and that not as if they were in
actual migration, but playing about at their leisure and feeding calmly, as if
no enterprise of moment at all agitated their spirits. And this was the case in
the beginning of this very month; for, on the fourth of November, more than
twenty house-martins, which, in appearance, had all departed about the seventh
of October, were seen again, for that one morning only, sporting between my
fields and the Hanger, and feasting on insects which swarmed in that sheltered
district. The preceding day was wet and blustering, but the fourth was dark and
mild, and soft, the wind at south-west, and the thermometer at 58 1/2 ; a pitch
not common at that season of the year. Moreover, it may not be amiss to add in
this place, that whenever the thermometer is above 50 the bat comes flitting
out in every autumnal and winter month.</p>
<p>From all these circumstances laid together, it is obvious that torpid insects,
reptiles, and quadrupeds, are awakened from their profoundest slumbers by a
little untimely warmth; and therefore that nothing so much promotes this
death-like stupor as a defect of heat. And farther, it is reasonable to suppose
that two whole species, or at least many individuals of those two species, of
British hirundines, do never leave this island at all, but partake of the same
benumbed state: for we cannot suppose that, after a month’s absence,
house-martins can return from southern regions to appear for one morning in
November, or that house-swallows should leave the districts of Africa to enjoy,
in March, the transient summer of a couple of days.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXVII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Jan. 8, 1778.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>There was in this village several years ago a miserable pauper, who, from his
birth, was addicted with a leprosy, as far as we are aware of a singular kind,
since it affected only the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet. This
scaly eruption usually broke out twice in the year, at the spring and fall;
and, by peeling away, left the skin so thin and tender that neither his hands
or feet were able to perform their functions; so that the poor object was half
his time on crutches, incapable of employ, and languishing in a tiresome state
of indolence and inactivity. His habit was lean, lank, and cadaverous. In this
sad plight he dragged on a miserable existence, a burden to himself and his
parish, which was obliged to support him till he was relieved by death at more
than thirty years of age.</p>
<p>The good women, who love to account for every defect in children by the
doctrine of longing, said that his mother felt a violent propensity for
oysters, which she was unable to gratify; and that the black rough scurf on his
hands and feet were the shells of that fish. We knew his parents, neither of
which were lepers; his father in particular lived to be far advanced in years.</p>
<p>In all ages the leprosy has made dreadful havoc among mankind. The Israelites
seem to have been greatly afflicted with it from the most remote times; as
appears from the peculiar and repeated injunctions given them in the Levitical
law.* Nor was the rancour of this foul disorder much abated in the last period
of their commonwealth, as may be seen in many passages of the New Testament.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See Leviticus, chap. xiii. and xiv.</p>
<p>Some centuries ago this horrible distemper prevailed all Europe over; and our
forefathers were by no means exempt, as appears by the large provision made for
objects labouring under this calamity. There was an hospital for female lepers
in the diocese of Lincoln, a noble one near Durham, three in London and
Southwark, and perhaps many more in or near our great towns and cities.
Moreover, some crowned heads, and other wealthy and charitable personages,
bequeathed large legacies to such poor people as languished under this hopeless
infirmity.</p>
<p>It must therefore, in these days, be, to an humane and thinking person, a
matter of equal wonder and satisfaction, when he contemplates how nearly this
pest is eradicated, and observes that a leper now is a rare sight. He will,
moreover, when engaged in such a train of thought, naturally inquire for the
reason. This happy change perhaps may have originated and been continued from
the much smaller quantity of salted meat and fish now eaten in these kingdoms;
from the use of linen next the skin; from the plenty of better bread; and from
the profusion of fruits, roots, legumes, and greens, so common in every family.
Three or four centuries ago, before there were any enclosures, sown-grasses,
field-turnips, or field-carrots, or hay, all the cattle which had grown fat in
summer, and were not killed for winter-use, were turned out soon after
Michaelmas to shift as they could through the dead months; so that no fresh
meat could be had in winter or spring. Hence the marvellous account of the vast
stores of salted flesh found in the larder of the eldest Spencer** t in the
days of Edward the Second, even so late in the spring as the third of May. It
was from magazines like these that the turbulent barons supported in idleness
their riotous swarms of retainers ready for any disorder or mischief. But
agriculture is now arrived at such a pitch of perfection, that our best and
fattest meats are killed in the winter; and no man need eat salted flesh,
unless he prefers it, that has money to buy fresh.</p>
<p class="footnote">
** Viz. Six hundred bacons, eighty carcasses of beef, and six hundred muttons.</p>
<p>One cause of this distemper might be, no doubt, the quantity of wretched fresh
and salt fish consumed by the commonalty at all seasons as well as in Lent;
which our poor now would hardly be persuaded to touch.</p>
<p>The use of linen changes, shirts or shifts, in the room of sordid and filthy
woollen, long worn next the skin, is a matter of neatness comparatively modern;
but must prove a great means of preventing cutaneous ails. At this very time
woollen instead of linen prevails among the poorer Welch, who are subject to
foul eruptions.</p>
<p>The plenty of good wheaten bread that now is found among all ranks of people in
the south, instead of that miserable sort which used in old days to be made of
barley or beans, may contribute not a little to the sweetening their blood and
correcting their juices; for the inhabitants of mountainous districts, to this
day, are still liable to the itch and other cutaneous disorders, from a
wretchedness and poverty of diet.</p>
<p>As to the produce of a garden, every middle-aged person of observation may
perceive, within his own memory, both in town and country, how vastly the
consumption of vegetables is increased. Green-stalls in cities now support
multitudes in a comfortable state, while gardeners get fortunes. Every decent
labourer also has his garden, which is half his support, as well as his
delight; and common farmers provide plenty of beans, peas, and greens, for
their hinds to eat with their bacon; and those few that do not are despised for
their sordid parsimony, and looked upon as regardless of the welfare of their
dependents. Potatoes have prevailed in this little district, by means of
premiums, within these twenty years only; and are much esteemed here now by the
poor, who would scarce have ventured to taste them in the last reign.</p>
<p>Our Saxon ancestors certainly had some sort of cabbage, because they call the
month of February sprout-cale; but, long after their days, the cultivation of
gardens was little attended to. The religious, being men of leisure, and
keeping up a constant correspondence with Italy, were the first people among us
that had gardens and fruit-trees in any perfection, within the walls of their
abbies* and priories. The barons neglected every pursuit that did not lead to
war or tend to the pleasure of the chase.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* ‘In monasteries the lamp of knowledge continued to burn, however dimly.
In them men of business were formed for the state: the art of writing was
cultivated by the monks; they were the only proficients in mechanics,
gardening, and architecture.’ — See Dalrymple’s Annals of
Scotland.</p>
<p>It was not till gentlemen took up the study of horticulture themselves that the
knowledge of gardening made such hasty advances. Lord Cobham, Lord Ila, and Mr.
Waller of Beaconsfield, were some of the first people of rank that promoted the
elegant science of ornamenting without despising the superintendence of the
kitchen quarters and fruit walls.</p>
<p>A remark made by the excellent Mr. Ray in his Tour of Europe at once surprises
us, and corroborates what has been advanced above; for we find him observing,
so late as his days, that ‘the Italians use several herbs for sallets,
which are not yet or have not been but lately used in England, viz., selleri
(celery), which is nothing else but the sweet smallage; the young shoots
whereof, with a little of the head of the root cut off, they eat raw with oil
and pepper.’ And further he adds ‘curled endive blanched is much
used beyond seas; and, for a raw sallet, seemed to excel lettuce itself.’
Now this journey was undertaken no longer ago than in the year 1663.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXVIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p class="poem">
Fortè puer, comitum seductus ab agmine fido,<br/>
Dixerat, ecquis adest ? et, adest, responderat echo.<br/>
Hic stupet; utque aciem partes divisit in omnes;<br/>
Voce, veni, clamat magna. Vocat illa vocantem.</p>
<p>Selborne, Feb. 12, 1778.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>In a district so diversified as this, so full of hollow vales, and hanging
woods, it is no wonder that echoes should abound. Many we have discovered that
return the cry of a pack of dogs, the notes of a hunting-horn, a tunable ring
of bells, or the melody of birds, very agreeably: but we were still at a loss
for a polysyllabical, articulate echo, till a young gentleman, who had parted
from his company in a summer evening walk, and was calling after them, stumbled
upon a very curious one in a spot where it might least be expected. At first he
was much surprised, and could not be persuaded but that he was mocked by some
boy; but, repeating his trials in several languages, and finding his respondent
to be a very adroit polyglot, he then discerned the deception.</p>
<p>This echo in an evening, before rural noises cease, would repeat ten syllables
most articulately and distinctly, especially if quick dactyls were chosen. The
last syllables of</p>
<p class="poem">
Tityre, tu patulæ recubans …</p>
<p>were as audibly and intelligibly returned as the first: and there is no doubt,
could trial have been made, but that at midnight, when the air is very elastic,
and a dead stillness prevails, one or two syllables more might have been
obtained; but the distance rendered so late an experiment very inconvenient.</p>
<p>Quick dactyls, we observed, succeeded best; for when we came to try its powers
in slow, heavy, embarrassed spondees of the same number of syllables,</p>
<p class="poem">
Monstrum horrendum, informe, ingens …</p>
<p>we could perceive a return but of four or five.</p>
<p>All echoes have some one place to which they are returned stronger and more
distinct than to any other; and that is always the place that lies at right
angles with the object of repercussion, and is not too near, nor too far off.
Buildings, or naked rocks, re-echo much more articulately than hanging wood or
vales; because in the latter the voice is as it were entangled, and embarrassed
in the covert, and weakened in the rebound.</p>
<p>The true object of this echo, as we found by various experiments, is the
stone-built, tiled hop-kiln in Galleylane, which measures in front 40 feet, and
from the ground to the eaves 12 feet. The true centrum phonicum, or just
distance, is one particular spot in the King’s-field, in the path to
Nore-hill, on the very brink of the steep balk above the hollow cart way. In
this case there is no choice of distance; but the path, by mere contingency,
happens to be the lucky, the identical spot, because the ground rises or falls
so immediately, if the speaker either retires or advances, that his mouth would
at once be above or below the object.</p>
<p>We measured this polysyllabical echo with great exactness, and found the
distance to fall very short of Dr. Plot’s rule for distinct articulation:
for the Doctor, in his history of Oxfordshire, allows 120 feet for the return
of each syllable distinctly: hence this echo, which gives ten distinct
syllables, ought to measure 400 yards, or 120 feet to each syllable; whereas
our distance is only 258 yards, or near 75 feet, to each syllable. Thus our
measure falls short of the Doctor’s, as five to eight: but then it must
be acknowledged that this candid philosopher was convinced afterwards, that
some latitude must be admitted of in the distance of echoes according to time
and place.</p>
<p>When experiments of this sort are making, it should always be remembered that
weather and the time of day have a vast influence on an echo; for a dull,
heavy, moist air deadens and clogs the sound; and hot sunshine renders the air
thin and weak, and deprives it of all its springiness; and a ruffling wind
quite defeats the whole. In a still, clear, dewy evening the air is most
elastic; and perhaps the later the hour the more so.</p>
<p>Echo has always been so amusing to the imagination, that the poets have
personified her; and in their hands she has been the occasion of many a
beautiful fiction. Nor need the gravest man be ashamed to appear taken with
such a phenomenon, since it may become the subject of philosophical or
mathematical inquiries.</p>
<p>One should have imagined that echoes, if not entertaining, must at least have
been harmless and inoffensive; yet Virgil advances a strange notion, that they
are injurious to bees. After enumerating some probable and reasonable
annoyances, such as prudent owners would wish far removed from their
bee-gardens, he adds</p>
<p class="poem">
… aut ubi concava pulsu<br/>
Saxa sonant, vocisque offensa resultat image.</p>
<p>This wild and fanciful assertion will hardly be admitted by the philosophers of
these days; especially as they all now seem agreed that insects are not
furnished with any organs of hearing at all. But if it should be urged, that
though they cannot hear yet perhaps they may feel the repercussion of sounds, I
grant it is possible they may. Yet that these impressions are distasteful or
hurtful, I deny, because bees, in good summers, thrive well in my outlet, where
the echoes are very strong: for this village is another Anathoth, a place of
responses or echoes. Besides, it does not appear from experiment that bees are
in any way capable of being affected by sounds: for I have often tried my own
with a large speaking-trumpet held close to their hives, and with such an
exertion of voice as would have hailed a ship at the distance of a mile, and
still these insects pursued their various employments undisturbed, and without
showing the least sensibility or resentment.</p>
<p>Some time since its discovery this echo is become totally silent, though the
object, or hop-kiln remains: nor is there any mystery in this defect, for the
field between is planted as an hop-garden, and the voice of the speaker is
totally absorbed and lost among the poles and entangled foliage of the hops.
And when the poles are removed in autumn the disappointment is the same;
because a tall quick-set hedge, nurtured up for the purpose of shelter to the
hop ground, entirely interrupts the impulse and repercussion of the voice: so
that till those obstructions are removed no more of its garrulity can be
expected.</p>
<p>Should any gentleman of fortune think an echo in his park or outlet a pleasing
incident, he might build one at little or no expense. For whenever he had
occasion for a new barn, stable, dog-kennel, or the like structure, it would be
only needful to erect this building on the gentle declivity of an hill, with a
like rising opposite to it, at a few hundred yards distance; and perhaps
success might be the easier ensured could some canal, lake, or stream,
intervene. From a seat at the centrum phonicum he and his friends might amuse
themselves sometimes of an evening with the prattle of this loquacious nymph;
of whose complacency and decent reserve more may be said than can with truth of
every individual of her sex; since she is</p>
<p class="poem">
… quæ nec reticere loquenti,<br/>
Nec prior ipsa loqui didicit resonabilis echo.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<p>P.S. — The classic reader will, I trust, pardon the following lovely
quotation, so finely describing echoes, and so poetically accounting for their
causes from popular superstition:</p>
<p class="poem">
Quæ bene quom videas, rationem reddere possis<br/>
Tute tibi atque alus, quo pacto per loca sola<br/>
Saxa pareis formas verborum ex ordine reddant,<br/>
Palanteis comites quom monteis inter opacos<br/>
Quaerimus, et magna dispersos voce ciemus.<br/>
Sex etiam, aut septem loca vidi reddere voces<br/>
Unam quom jaceres: ita colles collibus ipsis<br/>
Verba repulsantes iterabant dicta referre.<br/>
Haec loca capripedes Satyros, Nymphasque tenere<br/>
Finitimi fingunt, et Faunos esse loquuntur;<br/>
Quorum noctivago strepitu, ludoque jocanti<br/>
Adfirmant volgo taciturna silentia rumpi,<br/>
Chordarumque sonos fieri, dulceisque querelas,<br/>
Tibia quas fundit digitis pulsata canentum:<br/>
Et genus agricolum late sentiscere, quom Pan<br/>
Pinea semiferi capitis velamina quassans,<br/>
Unco saepe labro calamos percurrit hianteis,<br/>
Fistula silvestrem ne cesset fundere musam.</p>
<p>Lucretius, lib. iv. 1. 576.</p>
<h2>Letter XXXIX</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, May 13, 1778.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>Among the many singularities attending those amusing birds the swifts, I am now
confirmed in the opinion that we have every year the same number of pairs
invariably; at least the result of my inquiry has been exactly the same for a
long time past. The swallows and martins are so numerous, and so widely
distributed over the village, that it is hardly possible to recount them; while
the swifts, though they do not all build in the church, yet so frequently haunt
it, and play and rendezvous round it, that they are easily enumerated. The
number that I constantly find are eight pairs; about half of which reside in
the church, and the rest build in some of the lowest and meanest thatched
cottages. Now as these eight pairs, allowance being made for accidents, breed
yearly eight pairs more, what becomes annually of this increase; and what
determines every spring which pairs shall visit us, and reoccupy their ancient
haunts ?</p>
<p>Ever since I have attended to the subject of ornithology, I have always
supposed that that sudden reverse of affection, that strange ἀντιστοργὴ, which
immediately succeeds in the feathered kind to the most passionate fondness, is
the occasion of an equal dispersion of birds over the face of the earth.
Without this provision one favourite district would be crowded with
inhabitants, while others would be destitute and forsaken. But the parent birds
seem to maintain a jealous superiority, and to oblige the young to seek for new
abodes: and the rivalry of the males, in many kinds, prevents their crowding
the one on the other. Whether the swallows and house-martins return in the same
exact number annually is not easy to say, for reasons given above: but it is
apparent, as I have remarked before in my Monographies, that the numbers
returning bear no manner of proportion to the numbers retiring.</p>
<h2>Letter XL</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, June 2, 1778.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The standing objection to botany has always been, that it is a pursuit that
amuses the fancy and exercises the memory, without improving the mind or
advancing any real knowledge: and where the science is carried no farther than
a mere systematic classification, the charge is but too true. But the botanist
that is desirous of wiping off this aspersion should be by no means content
with a list of names; he should study plants philosophically, should
investigate the laws of vegetation, should examine the powers and virtues of
efficacious herbs, should promote their cultivation; and graft the gardener,
the planter, and the husbandman, on the phytologist. Not that system is by any
means to be thrown aside; without system the field of nature would be a
pathless wilderness: but system should be subservient to, not the main object
of, pursuit.</p>
<p>Vegetation is highly worthy of our attention; and in itself is of the utmost
consequence to mankind, and productive of many of the greatest comforts and
elegancies of life. To plants we owe timber, bread, beer, honey, wine, oil,
linen, cotton, etc., what not only strengthens our hearts, and exhilarates our
spirits, but what secures from inclemencies of weather and adorns our persons.
Man, in his true state of nature, seems to be subsisted by spontaneous
vegetation: in middle climes, where grasses prevail, he mixes some animal food
with the produce of the field and garden: and it is towards the polar extremes
only that, like his kindred bears and wolves, he gorges himself with flesh
alone, and is driven, to what hunger has never been known to compel the very
beasts, to prey on his own species.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See the late Voyages to the South-seas.</p>
<p>The productions of vegetation have had a vast influence on the commerce of
nations, and have been the great promoters of navigation, as may be seen in the
articles of sugar, tea, tobacco, opium, ginseng, betel, paper, etc. As every
climate has its peculiar produce, our natural wants bring on a mutual
intercourse; so that by means of trade each distant part is supplied with the
growth of every latitude. But, without the knowledge of plants and their
culture, we must have been content with our hips and haws, without enjoying the
delicate fruits of India and the salutiferous drugs of Peru.</p>
<p>Instead of examining the minute distinctions of every various species of each
obscure genus, the botanist should endeavour to make himself acquainted with
those that are useful. You shall see a man readily ascertain every herb of the
field, yet hardly know wheat from barley, or at least one sort of wheat or
barley from another.</p>
<p>But of all sorts of vegetation the grasses seem to be most neglected; neither
the farmer nor the grazier seem to distinguish the annual from the perennial,
the hardy from the tender, nor the succulent and nutritive from the dry and
juiceless.</p>
<p>The study of grasses would be of great consequence to a northerly and grazing
kingdom. The botanist that could improve the sward of the district where he
lived would be an useful member of society; to raise a thick turf on a naked
soil would be worth volumes of systematic knowledge; and he would be the best
commonwealth’s man that could occasion the growth of ‘two blades
of grass where one alone was seen before.’</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter XLI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, July 3, 1778.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>In a district so diversified with such a variety of hill and dale, aspects, and
soils, it is no wonder that great choice of plants should be found. Chalks,
clays, sands, sheep-walks and downs, bogs, heaths, woodlands, and champaign
fields, cannot but furnish an ample flora. The deep rocky lanes abound with
filices, and the pastures and moist woods with fungi. If in any branch of
botany we may seem to be wanting, it must be in the large aquatic plants, which
are not to be expected on a spot far removed from rivers, and lying up amidst
the hill country at the spring heads. To enumerate all the plants that have
been discovered within our limits would be a needless work; but a short list of
the more rare, and the spots where they are to be found, may be neither
unacceptable nor unentertaining:</p>
<p>Helleborus foetidus, stinking hellebore, bear’s foot, or setterworth,
— all over the High-wood and Coney-croft-hanger: this continues a great
branching plant the winter through, blossoming about January, and is very
ornamental in shady walks and shrubberies. The good women give the leaves
powdered to children troubled with worms; but it is a violent remedy, and ought
to be administered with caution.</p>
<p>Helleborus viridis, green hellebore, — in the deep stony lane on the left
hand just before the turning to Norton-farm, and at the top of Middle Dorton
under the hedge: this plant dies down to the ground early in autumn, and
springs again about February, flowering almost as soon as it appears above
ground.</p>
<p>Vaccinium oxycoccos, creeping bilberries or cranberries, — in the bogs of
Bin’s-pond.</p>
<p>Vaccinium myrtillus, whortle, or bleaberries, — on the dry hillocks of
Wolmer-forest.</p>
<p>Drosera rotundifolia, round-leaved sun-dew. Drosera longifolia, long-leaved
ditto. In the bogs of Bin’s-pond.</p>
<p>Comarum palustre, purple comarum, or marsh cinquefoil, — in the bogs of
Bin’s-pond.</p>
<p>Hypericon androsaemum, tutsan, St. John’s wort, — in the stony,
hollow lanes.</p>
<p>Vinca minor, less periwinkle, — in Selborne Hanger and Shrubwood.</p>
<p>Monotropa hypopithys, yellow monotropa, or bird’s nest, — in
Selborne Hanger under the shady beeches, to whose roots it seems to be
parasitical — at the north-west end of the Hanger.</p>
<p>Chlora perfoliata, Blackstonia perfoliata, Hudsoni, perfoliated yellow-won,
— on the banks in the King’s-field.</p>
<p>Paris quadrifolia, herb Paris, true-love, or one-berry, — in the Church
Litten coppice.</p>
<p>Chrysosplenium oppositifolium, opposite golden saxifrage, — in the dark
and rocky hollow lanes.</p>
<p>Gentiana amarella, autumnal gentian or fellwort, — on the Zig-zag and
Hanger;</p>
<p>Lathraea squamaria, tooth-wort, — in the Church Litten coppice under some
hazels near the foot-bridge, in Trimming’s garden-hedge, and on the dry
wall opposite Grange-yard.</p>
<p>Dipsacus pilosus, small teasel, — in the Short and Long Lith.</p>
<p>Lathyrus sylvestris, narrow-leaved, or wild lathyrus, — in the bushes at
the foot of the Short Lith, near the path.</p>
<p>Ophrys spiralis, ladies’ traces, — in the Long Lith, and towards
the south-corner of the common.</p>
<p>Ophrys nidus avis, birds’ nest ophrys, — in the Long Lith under the
shady beeches among the dead leaves; in Great Dorton among the bushes, and on
the Hanger plentifully.</p>
<p>Serapias latifolia, helleborine, — in the High-wood under the shady
beeches.</p>
<p>Daphne laureola, spurge laurel, — in Selborne Hanger and the High-wood.</p>
<p>Daphne mezereum, the mezereon, — in Selborne Hanger among the shrubs at
the south-east end above the cottages.</p>
<p>Lycoperdon tuber, truffles, — in the Hanger and High-wood.</p>
<p>Sambucus ebulus, dwarf elder, walwort, or danewort, — among the rubbish
and ruined foundations of the Priory.</p>
<p>Of all the propensities of plants none seem more strange than their different
periods of blossoming. Some produce their flowers in the winter, or very first
dawnings of spring; many when the spring is established; some at midsummer, and
some not till autumn. When we see the helleborus foetidus and helleborus niger
blowing at Christmas, the helleborus hyemalis in January, and the helleborus
viridis as soon as ever it emerges out of the ground, we do not wonder, because
they are kindred plants that we expect should keep pace the one with the other.
But other congenerous vegetables differ so widely in their time of flowering
that we cannot but admire. I shall only instance at present in the crocus
sativus, the vernal, and the autumnal crocus, which have such an affinity, that
the best botanists only make them varieties of the same genus, of which there
is only one species; not being able to discern any difference in the corolla,
or in the internal structure. Yet the vernal crocus expands its flowers by the
beginning of March at farthest, and often in very rigorous weather; and cannot
be retarded but by some violence offered: — while the autumnal (the
saffron) defies the influence of the spring and summer, and will not blow till
most plants begin to fade and run to seed. This circumstance is one of the
wonders of the creation, little noticed, because a common occurrence: yet ought
not to be overlooked on account of its being familiar, since it would be as
difficult to be explained as the most stupendous phaenomenon in nature.</p>
<p class="poem">
Say, what impels, amidst surrounding snow,<br/>
Congealed, the crocus’ flamy bud to grow?<br/>
Say, what retards, amidst the summer’s blaze,<br/>
Th’ autumnal bulb till pale, declining days ?<br/>
The GOD of SEASONS; whose pervading power<br/>
Controls the sun, or sheds the fleecy shower:<br/>
He bids each flower His quickening word obey;<br/>
Or to each lingering bloom enjoins delay.</p>
<h2>Letter XLII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p class="poem">
Omnibus animalibus reliquis certus et uniusmodi, et in suo cuique genere
incessus est: aves solae vario meatu feruntur, et in terra, et in
äere.—P<small>LIN</small>. Hist. Nat. lib. x. cap. 38.</p>
<p>Selborne, Aug. 7, 1778.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>A good ornithologist should be able to distinguish birds by their air as well
as by their colours and shape; on the ground as well as on the wing, and in the
bush as well as in the hand. For, though it must not be said that every species
of birds has a manner peculiar to itself, yet there is somewhat in most genera
at least, that at first sight discriminates them, and enables a judicious
observer to pronounce upon them with some certainty. Put a bird in moron</p>
<p class="poem">
… Et verâ incessu patuit….</p>
<p>Thus kites and buzzards sail round in circles with wings expanded and
motionless; and it is from their gliding manner that the former are still
called in the north of England gleads, from the Saxon verb glidan to glide. The
kestrel, or wind-hover, has a peculiar mode of hanging in the air in one place,
his wings all the while being briskly agitated. Hen-harriers fly low over
heaths or fields of corn, and beat the ground regularly like a pointer or
setting-dog. Owls move in a buoyant manner, as if lighter than the air; they
seem to want ballast. There is a peculiarity belonging to ravens that must draw
the attention even of the most incurious — they spend all their leisure
time in striking and cuffing each other on the wing in a kind of playful
skirmish; and, when they move from one place to another, frequently turn on
their backs with a loud croak, and seem to be falling to the ground. When this
odd gesture betides them, they are scratching themselves with one foot, and
thus lose the centre of gravity. Rooks sometimes dive and tumble in a
frolicsome manner; crows and daws swagger in their walk; wood-peckers fly
volatu undoso, opening and closing their wings at every stroke, and so are
always rising or falling in curves. All of this genus use their tails, which
incline downward, as a support while they run up trees. Parrots, like all other
hook-clawed birds, walk awkwardly, and make use of their bill as a third foot,
climbing and ascending with ridiculous caution. All the gallinae parade and
walk gracefully, and run nimbly; but fly with difficulty, with an impetuous
whirring, and in a straight line. Magpies and jays flutter with powerless
wings, and make no dispatch; herons seem incumbered with too much sail for
their light bodies; but these vast hollow wings are necessary in carrying
burdens, such as large fishes, and the like; pigeons, and particularly the sort
called smiters, have a way of clashing their wings the one against the other
over their backs with a loud snap; another variety called tumblers turn
themselves over in the air. Some birds have movements peculiar to the season of
love: thus ring-doves, though strong and rapid at other times, yet in the
spring hang about on the wing in a toying and playful manner; thus the
cock-snipe, while breeding, forgetting his former flight, fans the air like the
wind-hover; and the green-finch in particular exhibits such languishing and
faltering gestures as to appear like a wounded and dying bird; the king-fisher
darts along like an arrow; fern-owls, or goat-suckers, glance in the dusk over
the tops of trees like a meteor; starlings as it were swim along, while
missal-thrushes use a wild and desultory flight; swallows sweep over the
surface of the ground and water, and distinguish themselves by rapid turns and
quick evolutions; swifts dash round in circles; and the bank-martin moves with
frequent vacillations like a butterfly. Most of the small birds fly by jerks,
rising and falling as they advance. Most small birds hop; but wagtails and
larks walk, moving their legs alternately. Skylarks rise and fall
perpendicularly as they sing: woodlarks hang poised in the air; and titlarks
rise and fall in large cubes, singing in their descent. The white-throat uses
odd jerks and gesticulations over the tops of hedges and bushes. All the
duck-kind waddle; divers and auks walk as if fettered, and stand erect on their
tails: these are the compedes of Linnaeus. Geese and cranes, and most
wild-fowls, move in figured flights, often changing their position. The
secondary rerniges of tringae, wild-ducks, and some others, are very long, and
give their wings, when in motion, an hooked appearance. Dab-chicks, moor-hens,
and coots, fly erect, with their legs hanging down, and hardly make any
dispatch; the reason is plain, their wings are placed too forward out of the
true centre of gravity; as the legs of auks and divers are situated too
backward.</p>
<h2>Letter XLIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Sept. 9, 1778.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>From the motion of birds, the transition is natural enough to their notes and
language, of which I shall say something. Not that I would pretend to
understand their language like the vizier of the <i>Spectator</i>, who, by the
recital of a conversation which passed between two owls, reclaimed a sultan,*
before delighting in conquest and devastation; but I would be thought only to
mean that many of the winged tribes have various sounds and voices adapted to
express their various passions, wants, and feelings; such as anger, fear, love,
hatred, hunger, and the like. All species are not equally eloquent; some are
copious and fluent as it were in their utterance, while others are confined to
a few important sounds: no bird, like the fish kind, is quite mute, though some
are rather silent. The language of birds is very ancient, and, like other
ancient modes of speech, very elliptical: little is said, but much is meant and
understood.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See Spectator, Vol. VII., No. 512.</p>
<p>The notes of the eagle-kind are shrill and piercing; and about the season of
nidification much diversified, as I have been often assured by a curious
observer of nature, who long resided at Gibraltar, where eagles abound. The
notes of our hawks much resemble those of the king of birds. Owls have very
expressive notes; they hoot in a fine vocal sound, much resembling the vox
humana, and reducible by a pitch-pipe to a musical key. This note seems to
express complacency and rivalry among the males: they use also a quick call and
an horrible scream; and can snore and hiss when they mean to menace. Ravens,
beside their loud croak, can exert a deep and solemn note that makes the woods
to echo; the amorous sound of a crow is strange and ridiculous; rooks, in the
breeding season, attempt sometimes in the gaiety of their hearts to sing, but
with no great success; the parrot-kind have many modulations of voice, as
appears by their aptitude to learn human sounds; doves coo in an amorous and
mournful manner, and are emblems of despairing lovers; the wood-pecker sets up
a sort of loud and hearty laugh; the fern-owl, or goat-sucker, from the dusk
till day-break, serenades his mate with the clattering of castanets. All the
tuneful passeres express their complacency by sweet modulations, and a variety
of melody. The swallow, as has been observed in a former letter, by a shrill
alarm bespeaks the attention of the other hirundines, and bids them be aware
that the hawk is at hand. Aquatic and gregarious birds, especially the
nocturnal, that shift their quarters in the dark, are very noisy and
loquacious; as cranes, wild-geese, wild-ducks, and the like; their perpetual
clamour prevents them from dispersing and losing their companions.</p>
<p>In so extensive a subject, sketches and outlines are as much as can be
expected; for it would be endless to instance in all the infinite variety of
the feathered nation. We shall therefore confine the remainder of this letter
to the few domestic fowls of our yards, which are most known, and therefore
best understood. At first the peacock, with his gorgeous train, demands our
attention; but, like most of the gaudy birds, his notes are grating and
shocking to the ear: the yelling of cats, and the braying of an ass, are not
more disgustful. The voice of the goose is trumpet-like, and clanking; and once
saved the Capitol at Rome, as grave historians assert: the hiss also of the
gander is formidable and full of menace, and ‘protective of his
young.’ Among ducks the sexual distinction of voice is remarkable; for,
while the quack of the female is loud and sonorous, the voice of the drake is
inward and harsh and feeble, and scarce discernible. The cock turkey struts and
gobbles to his mistress in a most uncouth manner; he hath also a pert and
petulant note when he attacks his adversary. When a hen turkey leads forth her
young brood she keeps a watchful eye: and if a bird of prey appear, though ever
so high in the air, the careful mother announces the enemy with a little inward
moan, and watches him with a steady and attentive look; but if he approach, her
note becomes earnest and alarming, and her outcries are redoubled.</p>
<p>No inhabitants of a yard seem possessed of such a variety of expression and so
copious a language as common poultry. Take a chicken of four or five days old,
and hold it up to a window where there are flies, and it will immediately seize
its prey, with little twitterings of complacency; but if you tender it a wasp
or a bee, at once its note becomes harsh, and expressive of disapprobation and
a sense of danger. When a pullet is ready to lay she intimates the event by a
joyous and easy soft note. Of all the occurrences of their life that of laying
seems to be the most important; for no sooner has a hen disburdened herself,
than she rushes forth with a clamorous kind of joy, which the cock and the rest
of his mistresses immediately adopt. The tumult is not confined to the family
concerned, but catches from yard to yard, and spreads to every homestead within
hearing, till at last the whole village is in an uproar. As soon as a hen
becomes a mother her new relation demands a new language; she then runs
clucking and screaming about, and seems agitated as if possessed. The father of
the flock has also a considerable vocabulary; if he finds food, he calls a
favourite concubine to partake; and if a bird of prey passes over, with a
warning voice he bids his family beware. The gallant chanticleer has, at
command, his amorous phrases, and his terms of defiance. But the sound by which
he is best known is his crowing: by this he has been distinguished in all ages
as the countryman’s clock or larum, as the watchman that proclaims the
divisions of the night. Thus the poet elegantly styles him:</p>
<p class="poem">
… the crested cock, whose clarion sounds<br/>
The silent hours.</p>
<p>A neighbouring gentleman one summer had lost most of his chickens by a
sparrow-hawk, that came gliding down between a faggot-pile and the end of his
house to the place where the coops stood. The owner, inwardly vexed to see his
flock thus diminishing, hung a setting net adroitly between the pile and the
house, into which the caitiff dashed and was entangled. Resentment suggested
the law of retaliation; he therefore clipped the hawk’s wings, cut off
his talons, and, fixing a cork on his bill, threw him down among the
brood-hens. Imagination cannot paint the scene that ensued; the expressions
that fear, rage, and revenge inspired, were new, or at least such as had been
unnoticed before: the exasperated matrons upbraided, they execrated, they
insulted, they triumphed. In a word, they never desisted from buffeting their
adversary till they had torn him in an hundred pieces.</p>
<h2>Letter XLIV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne.</p>
<p class="poem">
… monstrent.<br/>
* * * * *<br/>
Quid tantum Oceano properent se tingere soles<br/>
Hyberni; vel quae tardis mora noctibus obstet.</p>
<p>Gentlemen who have outlets might contrive to make ornament subservient to
utility; a pleasing eye-trap might also contribute to promote science: an
obelisk in a garden or park might be both an embellishment and an heliotrope.</p>
<p>Any person that is curious, and enjoys the advantage of a good horizon, might,
with little trouble, make two heliotropes; the one for the winter, the other
for the summer solstice: and these two erections might be constructed with very
little expense; for two pieces of timber frame-work, about ten or twelve feet
high, and four feet broad at the base, and close lined with plank, would answer
the purpose.</p>
<p>The erection for the former should, if possible, be placed within sight of some
window in the common sitting parlour; because men, at that dead season of the
year, are usually within doors at the close of the day; while that for the
latter might be fixed for any given spot in the garden or outlet: whence the
owner might contemplate, in a fine summer’s evening, the utmost extent
that the sun makes to the northward at the season of the longest days. Now
nothing would be necessary but to place these two objects with so much
exactness, that the westerly limb of the sun, at setting, might but just clear
the winter heliotrope to the west of it on the shortest day; and that the whole
disc of the sun, at the longest day, might exactly at setting also clear the
summer heliotrope to the north of it.</p>
<p>By this simple expedient it would soon appear that there is no such thing,
strictly speaking, as a solstice; for, from the shortest day, the owner would,
every clear evening, see the disc advancing, at its setting, to the westward of
the object; and, from the longest day, observe the sun retiring backwards every
evening at its setting, towards the object westward, till, in a few nights, it
would set quite behind it, and so by degrees to the west of it: for when the
sun comes near the summer solstice, the whole disc of it would at first set
behind the object: after a time the northern limb would first appear, and so
every night gradually more, till at length the whole diameter would set north
of it for about three nights; but on the middle night of the three, sensibly
more remote than the former or following. When beginning its recess from the
summer tropic, it would continue more and more to be hidden every night, till
at length it would descend quite behind the object again; and so nightly more
and more to the westward.</p>
<h2>Letter XLV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne.</p>
<p class="poem">
… Mugire videbis<br/>
Sub pedibus terram, et descendere montibus ornos.</p>
<p>When I was a boy I used to read, with astonishment and implicit assent,
accounts in Baker’s Chronicle of walking hills and travelling mountains.
John Philips, in his Cyder, alludes to the credit that was given to such
stories with a delicate but quaint vein of humour peculiar to the author of the
Splendid Shilling.</p>
<p class="poem">
I nor advise, nor reprehend the choice<br/>
Of Marcley Hill: the apple no where finds<br/>
A kinder mould: yet ’tis unsafe to trust<br/>
Deceitful ground: who knows but that once more<br/>
This mount may journey, and his present site<br/>
Forsaken, to thy neighbour’s bounds transfer<br/>
Thy goodly plants, affording matter strange<br/>
For law debates!</p>
<p>But, when I came to consider better, I began to suspect that though our hills
may never have journeyed that far, yet the ends of many of them have slipped
and fallen away at distant periods, leaving the cliffs bare and abrupt. This
seems to have been the case with Nore and Whetham hills; and especially with
the ridge between Harteley Park and Ward-le-ham, where the ground has slid into
vast swellings and furrows; and lies still in such romantic confusion as cannot
be accounted for from any other cause. A strange event that happened not long
since, justifies our suspicions; which, though it befell not within the limits
of this parish, yet as it was within the hundred of Selborne, and as the
circumstances were singular, may fairly claim a place in a work of this nature.</p>
<p>The months of January and February, in the year 1774, were remarkable for great
melting snows and vast gluts of rain, so that by the end of the latter month
the land-springs, or lavants, began to prevail, and to be near as high as in
the memorable winter of 1764. The beginning of March also went on in the same
tenor; when, in the night between the 8th and 9th of that month, a considerable
part of the great woody hanger at Hawkley was torn from its place, and fell
down, leaving a high freestone cliff naked and bare, and resembling the steep
side of a chalk-pit. It appears that this huge fragment, being perhaps sapped
and undermined by waters, foundered, and was engulfed, going down in a
perpendicular direction; for a gate which stood in the field, on the top of the
hill, after sinking with its posts for thirty or forty feet, remained in so
true and upright a position as to open and shut with great exactness, just as
in its first situation. Several oaks also are still standing, and in a state of
vegetation, after taking the same desperate leap. That great part of this
prodigious mass was absorbed in some gulf below, is plain also from the
inclining ground at the bottom of the hill, which is free and unincumbered; but
would have been buried in heaps of rubbish, had the fragment parted and fallen
forward. About an hundred yards from the foot of this hanging coppice stood a
cottage by the side of a lane; and two hundred yards lower, on the other side
of the lane, was a farm-house, in which lived a labourer and his family; and,
just by, a stout new barn. The cottage was inhabited by an old woman and her
son and his wife. These people in the evening, which was very dark and
tempestuous, observed that the brick floors of their kitchens began to heave
and part; and that the walls seemed to open, and the roofs to crack: but they
all agree that no tremor of the ground, indicating an earthquake, was ever
felt; only that the wind continued to make a most tremendous roaring in the
woods and hangers. The miserable inhabitants, not daring to go to bed, remained
in the utmost solicitude and confusion, expecting every moment to be buried
under the ruins of their shattered edifices. When day-light came they were at
leisure to contemplate the devastations of the night: they then found that a
deep rift, or chasm, had opened under their houses, and torn them, as it were,
in two; and that one end of the barn had suffered in a similar manner; that a
pond near the cottage had undergone a strange reverse, becoming deep at the
shallow end, and so vice versa; that many large oaks were removed out of their
perpendicular, some thrown down, and some fallen into the heads of neighbouring
trees; and that a gate was thrust forward, with its hedge, full six feet, so as
to require a new track to be made to it. From the foot of the cliff the general
course of the ground, which is pasture, inclines in a moderate descent for half
a mile, and is interspersed with some hillocks, which were rifted, in every
direction, as well towards the great woody hanger, as from it. In the first
pasture the deep clefts began: and running across the lane, and under the
buildings, made such vast shelves that the road was impassable for some time;
and so over to an arable field on the other side, which was strangely torn and
disordered. The second pasture field, being more soft and springy, was
protruded forward without many fissures in the turf, which was raised in long
ridges resembling graves, lying at right angles to the motion. At the bottom of
this enclosure the soil and turf rose many feet against the bodies of some oaks
that obstructed their farther course and terminated this awful commotion.</p>
<p>The perpendicular height of the precipice, in general, is twenty-three yards;
the length of the lapse, or slip, as seen from the fields below, one hundred
and eighty-one; and a partial fall, concealed in the coppice, extends seventy
yards more: so that the total length of this fragment that fell was two hundred
and fifty-one yards. About fifty acres of land suffered from this violent
convulsion; two houses were entirely destroyed; one end of a new barn was left
in ruins, the walls being cracked through the very stones that composed them; a
hanging coppice was changed to a naked rock; and some grass grounds and an
arable field so broken and rifted by the chasms as to be rendered, for a time,
neither fit for the plough or safe for pasturage, till considerable labour and
expense had been bestowed in levelling the surface and filling in the gaping
fissures.</p>
<h2>Letter XLVI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne.</p>
<p class="poem">
… resonant arbusta …</p>
<p>There is a steep abrupt pasture field interspersed with furze close to the back
of this village, well known by the name of the Short Lithe, consisting of a
rocky dry soil, and inclining to the afternoon sun. This spot abounds with the
gryllus campestris, or field-cricket; which, though frequent in these parts, is
by no means a common insect in many other counties.</p>
<p>As their cheerful summer cry cannot but draw the attention of a naturalist, I
have often gone down to examine the oeconomy of these grylli, and study their
mode of life: but they are so shy and cautious that it is no easy matter to get
a sight of them; for, feeling a person’s footsteps as he advances, they
stop short in the midst of their song, and retire backward nimbly into their
burrows, where they lurk till all suspicion of danger is over.</p>
<p>At first we attempted to dig them out with a spade, but without any great
success; for either we could not get to the bottom of the hole, which often
terminated under a great stone; or else, in breaking up the ground, we
inadvertently squeezed the poor insect to death. Out of one so bruised we took
a multitude of eggs, which were long and narrow, of a yellow colour, and
covered with a very tough skin. By this accident we learned to distinguish the
male from the female; the former of which is shining black, with a golden
stripe across his shoulders; the latter is more dusky, more capacious about the
abdomen, and carries a long sword-shaped weapon at her tail, which probably is
the instrument with which she deposits her eggs in crannies and safe
receptacles.</p>
<p>Where violent methods will not avail, more gentle means will often succeed; and
so it proved in the present case; for, though a spade be too boisterous and
rough an implement, a pliant stalk of grass, gently insinuated into the
caverns, will probe their windings to the bottom, and quickly bring out the
inhabitant; and thus the humane inquirer may gratify his curiosity without
injuring the object of it. It is remarkable that, though these insects are
furnished with long legs behind, and brawny thighs for leaping, like
grasshoppers; yet when driven from their holes they show no activity, but crawl
along in a shiftless manner, so as easily to be taken: and again, though
provided with a curious apparatus of wings, yet they never exert them when
there seems to be the greatest occasion. The males only make that shrilling
noise perhaps out of rivalry and emulation, as is the case with many animals
which exert some sprightly note during their breeding time: it is raised by a
brisk friction of one wing against the other. They are solitary beings, living
singly male or female, each as it may happen: hut there must be a time when the
sexes have some intercourse, and then the wings may be useful perhaps during
the hours of night. When the males meet they will fight fiercely, as I found by
some which I put into the crevices of a dry stone wall, where I should have
been glad to have made them settle. For though they seemed distressed by being
taken out of their knowledge, yet the first that got possession of the chinks
would seize upon any that were obtruded upon them with a vast row of serrated
fangs. With their strong jaws, toothed like the shears of a lobster’s
claws, they perforate and round their curious regular cells, having no
fore-claws to dig, like the mole-cricket. When taken in hand I could not but
wonder that they never offered to defend themselves, though armed with such
formidable weapons. Of such herbs as grow before the mouths of their burrows
they eat indiscriminately; and on a little platform, which they make just by,
they drop their dung; and never, in the day-time, seem to stir more than two or
three inches from home. Sitting in the entrance of their caverns they chirp all
night as well as day from the middle of the month of May to the middle of July;
and in hot weather, when they are most vigorous, they make the hills echo; and,
in the stiller hours of darkness, may be heard to a considerable distance. In
the beginning of the season, their notes are more faint and inward; but become
louder as the summer advances, and so die away again by degrees.</p>
<p>Sounds do not always give us pleasure according to their sweetness and melody;
nor do harsh sounds always displease. We are more apt to be captivated or
disgusted with the associations which they promote, than with the notes
themselves. Thus the shrilling of the field-cricket, though sharp and
stridulous, yet marvellously delights some hearers, filling their minds with a
train of summer ideas of everything that is rural, verdurous, and joyous.</p>
<p>About the tenth of March the crickets appear at the mouths of their cells,
which they then open and bore, and shape very elegantly. All that ever I have
seen at that season were in their pupa state, and had only the rudiments of
wings, lying under a skin or coat, which must be cast before the insect can
arrive at its perfect state;* from whence I should suppose that the old ones of
last year do not always survive the winter. In August their holes begin to be
obliterated, and the insects are seen no more till spring.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* We have observed that they cast these skins in April, which are then seen
lying at the mouths of their holes.</p>
<p>Not many summers ago I endeavoured to transplant a colony to the terrace in my
garden, by boring deep holes in the sloping turf. The new inhabitants stayed
some time, and fed and sung; but wandered away by degrees, and were heard at a
farther distance every morning; so that it appears that on this emergency they
made use of their wings in attempting to return to the spot from which they
were taken.</p>
<p>One of these crickets, when confined in a paper cage and set in the sun, and
supplied with plants moistened with water, will feed and thrive, and become so
merry and loud as to be irksome in the same room where a person is sitting: if
the plants are not wetted it will die.</p>
<h2>Letter XLVII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne.</p>
<p class="poem">
Far from all resort of mirth<br/>
Save the cricket on the hearth.<br/>
M<small>ILTON’S</small> <i>Il Penseroso</i>.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>While many other insects must be sought after in fields and woods, and waters,
the gryllus domesticus, or house-cricket, resides altogether within our
dwellings, intruding itself upon our notice whether we will or no. This species
delights in new-built houses, being, like the spider, pleased with the moisture
of the walls; and besides, the softness of the mortar enables them to burrow
and mine between the joints of the bricks or stones, and to open communications
from one room to another. They are particularly fond of kitchens and
bakers’ ovens, on account of their perpetual warmth.</p>
<p>Tender insects that live abroad either enjoy only the short period of one
summer, or else doze away the cold uncomfortable months in profound slumbers;
but these, residing as it were in a torrid zone, are always alert and merry: a
good Christmas fire is to them like the heats of the dog-days. Though they are
frequently heard by day, yet is their natural time of motion only in the night.
As soon as it grows dusk, the chirping increases, and they come running forth,
and are from the size of a flea to that of their full stature. As one should
suppose, from the burning atmosphere which they inhabit, they are a thirsty
race, and show a great propensity for liquids, being found frequently drowned
in pans of water, milk, broth, or the like. Whatever is moist they affect; and
therefore often gnaw holes in wet woollen stockings and aprons that are hung to
the fire: they are the housewife’s barometer, foretelling her when it
will rain; and are prognostic sometimes, she thinks, of in or good luck; of the
death of a near relation, or the approach of an absent lover. By being the
constant companions of her solitary hours they naturally become the objects of
her superstition. These crickets are not only very thirsty, but very voracious;
for they will eat the scummings of pots, and yeast, salt, and crumbs of bread;
and any kitchen offal or sweepings. In the summer we have observed them to fly,
when it became dusk, out of the windows, and over the neighbouring roofs. This
feat of activity accounts for the sudden manner in which they often leave their
haunts, as it does for the method by which they come to houses where they were
not known before. It is remarkable, that many sorts of insects seem never to
use their wings but when they have a mind to shift their quarters and settle
new colonies. When in the air they move ‘volatu undoso,’ in waves
or curves, like wood-packers, opening and shutting their wings at every stroke,
and so are always rising or sinking.</p>
<p>When they increase to a great degree, as they did once in the house where I am
now writing, they became noisome pests, flying into the candles, and dashing
into people’s faces; but may be blasted and destroyed by gunpowder
discharged into their crevices and crannies. In families, at such times, they
are, like Pharaoh’s plague of frogs, ‘in their bed-chambers, and
upon their beds, and in their ovens, and in their kneading-troughs.’ *
Their shrilling noise is occasioned by a brisk attrition of their wings. Cats
catch hearth-crickets, and, playing with them as they do with mice, devour
them. Crickets may be destroyed, like wasps, by phials half fined with beer, or
any liquid, and set in their haunts; for, being always eager to drink, they
will crowd in till the bottles are full.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Exod. viii. 3.</p>
<h2>Letter XLVIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne.</p>
<p>How diversified are the modes of life not only of incongruous but even of
congenerous animals; and yet their specific distinctions are not more various
than their propensities. Thus, while the field-cricket delights in sunny dry
banks, and the house-cricket rejoices amidst the glowing heat of the kitchen
hearth or oven, the gryllus gryllotalpa (the mole-cricket) haunts moist
meadows, and frequents the sides of ponds and banks of streams, performing all
its functions in a swampy wet soil. With a pair of fore-feet, curiously adapted
to the purpose, it burrows and works under ground like the mole, raising a
ridge as it proceeds, but seldom throwing up hillocks.</p>
<p>As mole-crickets often infest gardens by the sides of canals, they are
unwelcome guests to the gardener, raising up ridges in their subterraneous
progress, and rendering the walks unsightly. If they take to the kitchen
quarters, they occasion great damage among the plants and roots, by destroying
whole beds of cabbages, young legumes, and flowers. When dug out they seem very
slow and helpless, and make no use of their wings by day; but at night they
come abroad, and make long excursions, as I have been convinced by finding
stragglers, in a morning, in improbable places. In fine weather, about the
middle of April, and just at the close of day, they begin to solace themselves
with a low, dull, jarring note, continued for a long time without interruption,
and not unlike the chattering of the fern-owl, or goat-sucker, but more inward.</p>
<p>About the beginning of May they lay their eggs, as I was once an eye-witness:
for a gardener at an house, where I was on a visit, happening to be mowing, on
the 6th of that month, by the side of a canal, his scythe struck too deep,
pared off a large piece of turf, and laid open to view a curious scene of
domestic oeconomy:</p>
<p class="poem">
… ingentem lato dedit ore fenestram:<br/>
Apparet domus intus, et atria longa patescunt:<br/>
Apparent … penetralia.</p>
<p>There were many caverns and winding passages leading to a kind of chamber,
neatly smoothed and rounded, and about the size of a moderate snuff-box. Within
this secret nursery were deposited near an hundred eggs of a dirty yellow
colour, and enveloped in a tough skin, but too lately excluded to contain any
rudiments of young, being full of a viscous substance. The eggs lay but
shallow, and within the influence of the sun, just under a little heap of
fresh-moved mould, like that which is raised by ants.</p>
<p>When mole-crickets fly they move ‘cursu undoso,’ rising and falling
in curves, like the other species mentioned before. In different parts of this
kingdom people call them fen-crickets, churr-worms, and eve-churrs, all very
apposite names.</p>
<p>Anatomists, who have examined the intestines of these insects, astonish me with
their accounts; for they say that, from the structure, position, and number of
their stomachs, or maws, there seems to be good reason to suppose that this and
the two former species ruminate or chew the cud like many quadrupeds!</p>
<h2>Letter XLIX</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, May 7, 1779.</p>
<p>It is now more than forty years that I have paid some attention to the
ornithology of this district, without being able to exhaust the subject: new
occurrences still arise as long as any inquiries are kept alive.</p>
<p>In the last week of last month five of those most rare birds, too uncommon to
have obtained an English name, but known to naturalists by the terms of
himantopus, or loripes, and charadrius himantopus, were shot upon the verge of
Frinsham-pond, a large lake belonging to the bishop of Winchester, and lying
between Wolmer-forest, and the town of Farnham, in the county of Surrey. The
pond keeper says there were three brace in the flock; but that, after he had
satisfied his curiosity, he suffered the sixth to remain unmolested. One of
these specimens I procured, and found the length of the legs to be so
extraordinary, that, at first sight, one might have supposed the shanks had
been fastened on to impose on the credulity of the beholder: they were legs in
caricature; and had we seen such proportions on a Chinese or Japan screen we
should have made large allowances for the fancy of the draughtsman. These birds
are of the plover family, and might with propriety be called the stilt plovers.
Brisson, under that idea, gives them the apposite name of l’echasse. My
specimen, when drawn and stuffed with pepper, weighed only four ounces and a
quarter, though the naked part of the thigh measured three inches and an half,
and the legs four inches and an half. Hence we may safely assert that these
birds exhibit, weight for inches, incomparably the greatest length of legs of
any known bird. The flamingo, for instance, is one of the most long legged
birds, and yet it bears no manner of proportion to the himantopus; for a cock
flamingo weighs, at an average, about four pounds avoirdupois; and his legs and
thighs measure usually about twenty inches. But four pounds are fifteen times
and a fraction more than four ounces and one quarter; and if four ounces and a
quarter have eight inches of legs, four pounds must have one hundred and twenty
inches and a fraction of legs; viz., somewhat more than ten feet; such a
monstrous proportion as the world never saw! If you should try the experiment
in still larger birds the disparity would still increase. It must be matter of
great curiosity to see the stilt plover move; to observe how it can wield such
a length of lever with such feeble muscles as the thighs seem to be furnished
with. At best one should expect it to be but a bad walker: but what adds to the
wonder is that it has no back toe. Now without that steady prop support its
steps it must be liable, in speculation, to perpetual vacillations, and seldom
able to preserve the true centre of gravity.</p>
<p>The old name of himantopus is taken from Pliny; and, by an awkward metaphor,
implies that the legs are as slender and pliant as if cut out of a thong of
leather. Neither Willughby nor Ray, in all their curious researches either at
home or abroad, ever saw this bird. Mr. Pennant never met with it in all Great
Britain, but observed it often in the cabinets of the curious at Paris.
Hasselquist says that it migrates to Egypt in the autumn: and a most accurate
observer of nature has assured me that he has found it on the banks of the
streams in Andalusia.</p>
<p>Our writers record it to have been found only twice in Great Britain. From all
these relations it plainly appears that these long-legged plovers are birds of
South Europe, and rarely visit our island; and when they do are wanderers and
stragglers, and impelled to make so distant and northern an excursion from
motives or accidents for which we are not able to account. One thing may fairly
be deduced, that these birds come over to us from the continent, since nobody
can suppose that a species not noticed once in an age, and of such a remarkable
make, can constantly breed unobserved in this kingdom.</p>
<h2>Letter L</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, April 21, 1780.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>The old Sussex tortoise, that I have mentioned to you so often, is become my
property. I dug it out of its winter dormitory in March last, when it was
enough awakened to express its resentments by hissing; and, packing it in a box
with earth, carried it eighty miles in post-chaises. The rattle and hurry of
the journey so perfectly roused it that, when I turned it out on a border, it
walked twice down to the bottom of my garden; however, in the evening, the
weather being cold, it buried itself in the loose mould, and continues still
concealed.</p>
<p>As it will be under my eye, I shall now have an opportunity of enlarging my
observations on its mode of life, and propensities; and perceive already that,
towards the time of coming forth, it opens a breathing place in the ground near
its head, requiring, I conclude, a freer respiration, as it becomes more alive.
This creature not only goes under the earth from the middle of November to the
middle of April, but sleeps great part of the summer; for it goes to bed in the
longest days at four in the afternoon, and often does not stir in the morning
till late. Besides, it retires to rest for every shower; and does not move at
all in wet days.</p>
<p>When one reflects on the state of this strange being, it is a matter of wonder
to find that Providence should bestow such a profusion of days, such a seeming
waste of longevity, on a reptile that appears to relish it so little as to
squander more than two-thirds of its existence in a joyless stupor, and be lost
to all sensation for months together in the profoundest of slumbers.</p>
<p>While I was writing this letter, a moist and warm afternoon, with the
thermometer at 50, brought forth troupe of shell-snails; and, at the same
juncture, the tortoise heaved up the mould and put out its head; and the next
morning came forth, as it were raised from the dead; and walked about till four
in the afternoon. This was a curious coincidence! a very amusing occurrence! to
see such a similarity of feelings between the two φερέοικοι! for so the Greeks
call both the shell-snail and the tortoise.</p>
<p>Summer birds are, this cold and backward spring, unusually late: I have seen
but one swallow yet. This conformity with the weather convinces me more and
more that they sleep in the winter.</p>
<h2>Letter LI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Sept. 3, 1781.</p>
<p>I have now read your miscellanies through with much care and satisfaction: and
am to return you my best thanks for the honourable mention made in them of me
as a naturalist, which I wish I may deserve.</p>
<p>In some former letters I expressed my suspicions that many of the house-martins
do not depart in the winter far from this village. I therefore determined to
make some search about the south-east end of the hill, where I imagined they
might slumber out the uncomfortable months of winter. But supposing that the
examination would be made to the best advantage in the spring, and observing
that no martins had appeared by the 11th of April last, on that day I employed
some men to explore the shrubs and cavities of the suspected spot. The persons
took pains, but without any success: however, a remarkable incident occurred in
the midst of our pursuit-while the labourers were at work a house-martin, the
first that had been seen this year, came down the village in the sight of
several people, and went at once into a nest, where it stayed a short time, and
then flew over the houses; for some days after no martins were observed, not
till the 16th of April, and then only a pair. Martins in general were
remarkably late this year.</p>
<h2>Letter LII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Selborne, Sept. 9, 1781.</p>
<p>I have just met with a circumstance respecting swifts, which furnishes an
exception to the whole tenor of my observations ever since I have bestowed any
attention on that species of hirundines. Our swifts, in general, withdrew this
year about the first day of August, all save one pair, which in two or three
days was reduced to a single bird. The perseverance of this individual made me
suspect that the strongest of motives, that of an attachment to her young,
could alone occasion so late a stay. I watched therefore till the twenty-fourth
of August, and then discovered that, under the eaves of the church, she
attended upon two young, which were fledged, and now put out their white chins
from a crevice. These remained till the twenty-seventh, looking more alert
every day, and seeming to long to be on the wing. After this day they were
missing at once; nor could I ever observe them with their dam coursing round
the church in the act of learning to fly, as the first broods evidently do. On
the thirty-first I caused the eaves to be searched, but we found in the nest
only two callow, dead, stinking swifts, on which a second nest had been formed.
This double nest was full of the black shining cases of the hippoboscae
hirundinis.</p>
<p>The following remarks on this unusual incident are obvious. The first is, that
though it may be disagreeable to swifts to remain beyond the beginning of
August, yet that they can subsist longer is undeniable. The second is, that
this uncommon event, as it was owing to the loss of the first brood, so it
corroborates my former remark, that swifts breed regularly but once; since, was
the contrary the case, the occurrence above could neither be new nor rare.</p>
<p>P.S. One swift was seen at Lyndon, in the county of Rutland, in 1782, so late
as the third of September.</p>
<h2>Letter LIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>As I have sometimes known you make inquiries about several kinds of insects, I
shall here send you an account of one sort which I little expected to have
found in this kingdom. I had often observed that one particular part of a vine
growing on the walls of my house was covered in the autumn with a black
dust-like appearance, on which the flies fed eagerly; and that the shoots and
leaves thus affected did not thrive; nor did the fruit ripen. To this substance
I applied my glasses; but could not discover that it had anything to do with
animal life, as I at first expected: but, upon a closer examination behind the
larger boughs, we were surprised to find that they were coated over with husky
shells, from whose sides proceeded a cotton-like substance, surrounding a
multitude of eggs. This curious and uncommon production put me upon
recollecting what I have heard and read concerning the coccus vitis viniferae
of Linnaeus, which, in the South of Europe, infests many vines, and is an
horrid and loathsome pest. As soon as I had turned to the accounts given of
this insect, I saw at once that it swarmed on my vine; and did not appear to be
at all checked by the preceding winter, which had been uncommonly severe.</p>
<p>Not being then at all aware that it had anything to do with England, I was much
inclined to think that it came from Gibraltar among the many boxes and packages
of plants and birds which I had formerly received from thence; and especially
as the vine infested grew immediately under my study-window, where I usually
kept my specimens. True it is that I had received nothing from thence for some
years: but as insects, we know, are conveyed from one country to another in a
very unexpected manner, and have a wonderful power of maintaining their
existence till they fall into a nidus proper for their support and increase, I
cannot but suspect still that these cocci came to me originally from Andalusia.
Yet, all the while, candour obliges me to confess that Mr. Lightfoot has
written me word that he once, and but once, saw these insects on a vine at
Weymouth in Dorsetshire; which, it is here to be observed, is a seaport town to
which the coccus might be conveyed by shipping.</p>
<p>As many of my readers may possibly never have heard of this strange and unusual
insect, I shall here transcribe a passage from a natural history of Gibraltar,
written by the Reverend John White, late vicar of Blackburn in Lancashire, but
not yet published:</p>
<p>‘In the year 1770 a vine which grew on the east side of my house, and
which had produced the finest crops of grapes for years past, was suddenly
overspread on all the woody branches with large lumps of a white fibrous
substance resembling spiders’ webs, or rather raw cotton. It was of a
very clammy quality, sticking fast to everything that touched it, and capable
of being spun into long threads. At first I suspected it to be the product of
spiders, but could find none. Nothing was to be seen connected with it but many
brown oval husky shells, which by no means looked like insects, but rather
resembled bits of the dry bark of the vine. The tree had a plentiful crop of
grapes set, when this pest appeared upon it; but the fruit was manifestly
injured by this foul incumbrance. It remained all the summer, still increasing,
and loaded the woody and bearing branches to a vast degree. I often pulled off
great quantities by handfuls; but it was so slimy and tenacious that it could
by no means be cleared. The grapes never filled to their natural perfection,
but turned watery and vapid. Upon perusing the works afterwards of M. de
Reaumur, I found this matter perfectly described and accounted for. Those husky
shells, which I had observed, were no other than the female coccus, from whose
sides this cotton-like substance exudes, and serves as a covering and security
for their eggs.’</p>
<p>To this account I think proper to add, that, though the female cocci are
stationary, and seldom remove from the place to which they stick, yet the male
is a winged insect; and that the black dust which I saw was undoubtedly the
excrement of the females, which is eaten by ants as well as flies. Though the
utmost severity of our winter did not destroy these insects, yet the attention
of the gardener in a summer or two has entirely relieved my vine from this
filthy annoyance.</p>
<p>As we have remarked above that insects are often conveyed from one country to
another in a very unaccountable manner, I shall here mention an emigration of
small aphides, which was observed in the village of Selborne no longer ago than
August the 1st, 1785.</p>
<p>At about three o’clock in the afternoon of that day, which was very hot,
the people of this village were surprised by a shower of aphides, or
smother-flies, which fell in these parts. Those that were walking in the street
at that juncture found themselves covered with these insects, which settled
also on the hedges and gardens, blackening all the vegetables where they
alighted. My annuals were discoloured with them, and the stalks of a bed of
onions were quite coated over for six days after. These armies were then, no
doubt, in a state of emigration, and shifting their quarters; and might have
come, as far as we know, from the great hop-plantations of Kent or Sussex, the
wind being all that day in the easterly quarter. They were observed at the same
time in great clouds about Farnham, and all along the vale from Farnham to
Alton.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* For various methods by which several insects shift their quarters, see
Derham’s Physico-Theology.</p>
<h2>Letter LIV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>When I happen to visit a family where gold and silver fishes are kept in a
glass bowl, I am always pleased with the occurrence, because it offers me an
opportunity of observing the actions and propensities of those beings with whom
we can be little acquainted in their natural state. Not long since I spent a
fortnight at the house of a friend where there was such a vivary, to which I
paid no small attention, taking every occasion to remark what passed within its
narrow limits. It was here that I first observed the manner in which fishes
die. As soon as the creature sickens, the head sinks lower and lower, and it
stands as it were on its head; till, getting weaker, and losing all poise, the
tail turns over, and at last it floats on the surface of the water with its
belly uppermost. The reason why fishes, when dead, swim in that manner is very
obvious; because, when the body is no longer balanced by the fins of the belly,
the broad muscular back preponderates by its own gravity, and turns the belly
uppermost, as lighter from its being a cavity, and because it contains the
swimming-bladders, which contribute to render it buoyant. Some that delight in
gold and silver fishes have adopted a notion that they need no aliment. True it
is that they will subsist for a long time without any apparent food but what
they can collect from pure water frequently changed; yet they must draw some
support from animalcula, and other nourishment supplied by the water; because,
though they seem to eat nothing, yet the consequences of eating often drop from
them. That they are best pleased with such jejune diet may easily be confuted,
since if you toss them crumbs, they will seize them with great readiness, not
to say greediness: however, bread should be given sparingly, lest, turning
sour, it corrupt the water. They will also feed on the water-plant called
lemna (duck’s meat), and also on small fry.</p>
<p>When they want to move a little they gently protrude themselves with their
pinnae pectorales; but it is with their strong muscular tails only that they
and all fishes shoot along with such inconceivable rapidity. It has been said
that the eyes of fishes are immoveable: but these apparently turn them forward
or backward in their sockets as their occasions require. They take little
notice of a lighted candle, though applied close to their heads, but flounce
and seem much frightened by a sudden stroke of the hand against the support
whereon the bowl is hung; especially when they have been motionless, and are
perhaps asleep. As fishes have no eyelids, it is not easy to discern when they
are sleeping or not, because their eyes are always open.</p>
<p>Nothing can be more amusing than a glass bowl containing such fishes: the
double refractions of the glass and water represent them, when moving, in a
shifting and changeable variety of dimensions, shades, and colours; while the
two mediums, assisted by the concavo-convex shape of the vessel, magnify and
distort them vastly; not to mention that the introduction of another element
and its inhabitants into our parlours engages the fancy in a very agreeable
manner.</p>
<p>Gold and silver fishes, though originally natives of China and Japan, yet are
become so well reconciled to our climate as to thrive and multiply very fast in
our ponds and stews. Linnaeus ranks this species of fish under the genus of
cyprinus, or carp, and calls it cyprinus auratus.</p>
<p>Some people exhibit this sort of fish in a very fanciful way; for they cause a
glass bowl to be blown with a large hollow space within, that does not
communicate with it. In this cavity they put a bird occasionally; so that you
may see a goldfinch or a linnet hopping as it were in the midst of the water,
and the fishes swimming in a circle round it. The simple exhibition of the
fishes is agreeable and pleasant; but in so complicated a way becomes whimsical
and unnatural, and liable to the objection due to him,</p>
<p class="poem">
Qui variare cupit rem prodigialiter unam.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter LV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>October 10, 1781.</p>
<p>Dear Sir,</p>
<p>I think I have observed before that much the most considerable part of the
house-martins withdraw from hence about the first week in October; but that
some, the latter broods I am now convinced, linger on till towards the middle
of that month: and that at times, once perhaps in two or three years, a flight,
for one day only, has shown itself in the first week of November.</p>
<p>Having taken notice, in October 1780, that the last flight was numerous,
amounting perhaps to one hundred and fifty; and that the season was soft and
still; I was resolved to pay uncommon attention to these late birds; to find,
if possible, where they roosted, and to determine the precise time of their
retreat. The mode of life of these latter hirundines is very favourable to such
a design; for they spend the whole day in the sheltered district between me
and the Hanger, sailing about in a placid, easy manner, and feasting on those
insects which love to haunt a spot so secure from ruffling winds. As my
principal object was to discover the place of their roosting, I took care to
wait on them before they retired to rest, and was much pleased to find that,
for several evenings together, just at a quarter past five in the afternoon,
they all scudded away in great haste towards the south-east, and darted down
among the low shrubs above the cottages at the end of the hill. This spot in
many respects seems to be well calculated for their winter residence: for in
many parts it is as steep as the roof of any house, and therefore secure from
the annoyances of water; and it is moreover clothed with beechen shrubs, which,
being stunted and bitten by sheep, make the thickest covert imaginable; and are
so entangled as to be impervious to the smallest spaniel: besides, it is the
nature of underwood beech never to cast its leaf all the winter; so that, with
the leaves on the ground and those on the twigs, no shelter can be more
complete. I watched them on to the thirteenth and fourteenth of October, and
found their evening retreat was exact and uniform; but after this they made no
regular appearance. Now and then a straggler was seen; and on the twenty-second
of October, I observed two in the morning over the village, and with them my
remarks for the season ended.</p>
<p>From all these circumstances put together, it is more than probable that this
lingering flight, at so late a season of the year, never departed from the
island. Had they indulged me that autumn with a November visit, as I much
desired I presume that, with proper assistants, I should have settled the
matter past all doubt; but though the third of November was a sweet day, and in
appearance exactly suited to my wishes, yet not a martin was to be seen; and so
I was forced, reluctantly, to give up the pursuit.</p>
<p>I have only to add that were the bushes, which cover some acres, and are not my
own property, to be grubbed and carefully examined, probably those late broods,
and perhaps the whole aggregate body of the house-martins of this district,
might be found there, in different secret dormitories; and that, so far from
withdrawing into warmer climes, it would appear that they never depart three
hundred yards from the village.</p>
<h2>Letter LVI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>They who write on natural history cannot too frequently advert to instinct,
that wonderful limited faculty, which, in some instances, raises the brute
creation as it were above reason, and in others leaves them so far below it.
Philosophers have defined instinct to be chat secret influence by which every
species is impelled naturally to pursue, at all times, The same way or track,
without any teaching or example; whereas reason, without instruction, would
often vary and do chat by many methods which instinct effects by one alone. Now
this maxim must be taken in a qualified sense; for there are instances in which
instinct does vary and conform to the circumstances of place and convenience.</p>
<p>It has been remarked chat every species of bird has a mode of nidification
peculiar to itself; so that a schoolboy would at once pronounce on the sort of
nest before him. This is the case among fields and woods, and wilds; but, in
the villages round London, where mosses and gossamer, and cotton from
vegetables, are hardly to be found, the nest of the chaffinch has not that
elegant finished appearance, nor is it so beautifully studded with lichens, as
in a more rural district: and the wren is obliged to construct its house with
straws and dry grasses, which do not give it that rotundity and compactness so
remarkable in the edifices of the little architect. Again, the regular nest of
the house-martin is hemispheric; but where a rafter, or a joist, or a cornice
may happen to stand in the way, the nest is so contrived as to conform to the
obstruction, and becomes flat or oval, or compressed.</p>
<p>In the following instances instinct is perfectly uniform and consistent. There
are three creatures, the squirrel, the field-mouse, and the bird called the
nut-hatch (sitta Europaea), which live much on hazel nuts; and yet they open
them each in a different way. The first, after rasping off the small end,
splits the shell in two with his long fore-teeth, as a man does with his knife;
the second nibbles a hole with his teeth, so regular as if drilled with a
wimble, and yet so small that one would wonder how the kernel can be extracted
through it; while the last picks an irregular ragged hole with its bill: but as
this artist has no paws to hold the nut firm while he pierces it, like an
adroit workman, he fixes it, as it were in a vice, in some cleft of a tree, or
in some crevice; when, standing over it, he perforates the stubborn shell. We
have often placed nuts in the chink of a gate-post where nut-hatches have been
known to haunt, and have always found that those birds have readily penetrated
them. While at work they make a rapping noise that may be heard at a
considerable distance.</p>
<p>You that understand both the theory and practical part of music may best inform
us why harmony or melody should so strangely affect some men, as it were by
recollection, for days after a concert is over. What I mean the following
passage will most readily explain:</p>
<p>‘Praehabebat porro vocibus humanis, instrumentisque harmonicis musicam
illam avium: non quad alia quoque non delectaretur; sed quod ex musica humana
relinqueretur in animo continens qaemdam, attentionemque et somnum conturbans
agitatio; dum ascensus, exscensus, tenores, ac mutationes illae sonorum et
consonantiarum euntque redeuntque per phantasiam: — cum nihil tale
relinqui possit ex modulationibus avium, quae, quod non sunt perinde a nobis
imitabiles, non possunt perinde internam facultatem commovere.’ —
GASSENDUS in Vita Peireskii.</p>
<p>This curious quotation strikes me much by so well representing my own case, and
by describing what I have so often felt, but never could so well express. When
I hear fine music I am haunted with passages therefrom night and day; and
especially at first waking, which, by their importunity, give me more
uneasiness than pleasure: elegant lessons still tease my imagination, and recur
irresistibly to my recollection at seasons, and even when I am desirous of
thinking of more serious matters.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter LVII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>A rare, and I think a new little bird frequents my garden, which I have great
reason to think is the pettichaps: it is common in some parts of the kingdom,
and I have received formerly several dead specimens from Gibraltar. This bird
much resembles the white-throat, but has a more white or rather silvery breast
and belly; is restless and active, like the willow-wrens, and hops from bough
to bough, examining every part for food; it also runs up the stems of the
crown-imperials, and, putting its head into the bells of those flowers, sips
the liquor which stands in the nectarium of each petal. Sometimes it feeds on
the ground, like the hedge-sparrow, by hopping about on the grass-plots and
mown walks.</p>
<p>One of my neighbours, an intelligent and observing man, informs me that, in the
beginning of May, and about ten minutes before eight o’clock in the
evening, he discovered a great cluster of house-swallows, thirty at least he
supposes, perching on a willow that hung over the verge of James Knight’s
upper-pond. His attention was first drawn by the twittering of these birds,
which sat motionless in a row on the bough, with their heads all one way, and,
by their weight, pressing down the twig so that it nearly touched the water. In
this situation he watched them till he could see no longer. Repeated accounts
of this sort, spring and fall, induce us greatly to suspect that house-swallows
have some strong attachment to water, independent of the matter of food; and
though they may not retire into that element, yet they may conceal themselves
in the banks of pools and rivers during the uncomfortable months of winter.</p>
<p>One of the keepers of Wolmer-forest sent me a peregrine falcon, which he shot
on the verge of that district as it was devouring a wood-pigeon. The falco
peregrinus, or haggard falcon, is a noble species of hawk seldom seen in the
southern counties. In winter 1767 one was killed in the neighbouring parish of
Faringdon, and sent by me to Mr. Pennant into North Wales.* Since that time I
have met with none till now. The specimen measured above was in fine
preservation, and not injured by the shot: it measured forty-two inches from
wing to wing, and twenty-one from beak to tail, and weighed two pounds and an
half standing weight. This species is very robust, and wonderfully formed for
rapine: its breast was plump and muscular; its thighs long, thick, and brawny;
and its legs remarkably short and well set: the feet were armed with most
formidable, sharp, long talons: the eyelids and cere of the bill were yellow;
but the irides of the eyes dusky; the beak was thick and hooked, and of a dark
colour, and had a jagged process near the end of the upper mandible on each
side: its tail, or train, was short in proportion to the bulk of its body: yet
the wings, when closed, did not extend to the end of the train. From its large
and fair proportions it might be supposed to have been a female; but I was not
permitted to cut open the specimen. For one of the birds of prey, which are
usually lean, this was in high case: in its craw were many barley-corns, which
probably came from the crop of the wood-pigeon, on which it was feeding when
shot: for voracious birds do not eat grain; but when devouring their quarry,
with undistinguishing vehemence swallow bones and feathers, and all matters,
indiscriminately. This falcon was probably driven from the mountains of North
Wales or Scotland, where they are known to breed, by rigorous weather and deep
snows that had lately fallen.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See my tenth and eleventh letter to that gentleman.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter LVIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>My near neighbour, a young gentleman in the service of the East-India Company,
has brought home a dog and a bitch of the Chinese breed from Canton; such as
are fattened in the country for the purpose of being eaten: they are about the
size of a moderate spaniel; of a pale yellow colour, with coarse bristling
hairs on their backs; sharp upright ears, and peaked heads, which give them a
very fox-like appearance. Their hind legs are unusually straight, without any
bend at the hock or ham, to such a degree as to give them an awkward gait when
they trot. When they are in motion their tails are curved high over their backs
like those of some hounds, and have a bare place each on the outside from the
tip midway, that does not seem to be matter of accident, but somewhat singular.
Their eyes are jet black, small, and piercing; the insides of their lips and
mouths of the same colour, and their tongues blue. The bitch has a dew-claw on
each hind leg; the dog has none. When taken out into a field the bitch showed
some disposition for hunting, and dwelt on the scent of a covey of partridges
till she sprung them, giving her tongue all the time. The dogs in South America
are dumb; but these bark much in a short thick manner, like foxes; and have a
surly, savage demeanour like their ancestors, which are not domesticated, but
bred up in sties, where they are fed for the table with rice-meal and other
farinaceous food. These dogs, having been taken on board as soon as weaned,
could not learn much from their dam; yet they did not relish flesh when they
came to England. In the islands of the Pacific Ocean the dogs are bred up on
vegetables, and would not eat flesh when offered them by our circumnavigators.</p>
<p>We believe that all dogs, in a state of nature, have sharp, upright fox-like
ears; and that hanging ears, which are esteemed so graceful, are the effect of
choice breeding and cultivation. Thus, in the Travels of Ysbrandt Ides from
Muscovy to China, the dogs which draw the Tartars on snow-sledges near the
river Oby are engraved with prick-ears, like those from Canton. The
Kamschatdales also train the same sort of sharp-eared peak-nosed dogs to draw
their sledges; as may be seen in an elegant print engraved for Captain
Cook’s last voyage round the world.</p>
<p>Now we are upon the subject of dogs it may not be impertinent to add, that
spaniels, as all sportsmen know, though they hunt partridges and pheasants as
it were by instinct, and with much delight and alacrity, yet will hardly touch
their bones when offered as food; nor will a mongrel dog of my own, though he
is remarkable for ending that sort of game. But, when we came to offer the
bones of partridges to the two Chinese dogs, they devoured them with much
greediness, and licked the platter clean.</p>
<p>No sporting dogs will flush woodcocks till inured to the scent and trained to
the sport, which they then pursue with vehemence and transport; but then they
will not touch their bones, but turn from them with abhorrence, even when they
are hungry.</p>
<p>Now, that dogs should not be fond of the bones of such birds as they are not
disposed to hunt is no wonder; but why they reject and do not care to eat their
natural game is not so easily accounted for, since the end of hunting seems to
be, that the chase pursued should be eaten. Dogs again will not devour the more
rancid water-fowls, nor indeed the bones of any wild-fowls; nor will they touch
the foetid bodies of birds that feed on offal and garbage: and indeed there may
be somewhat of providential instinct in this circumstance of dislike; for
vultures,* and kites, and ravens, and crows, etc., were intended to be
messmates with dogs** over their carrion; and seem to be appointed by nature as
fellow-scavengers to remove all cadaverous nuisances from the face of the
earth.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Hasselquist, in his Travels to the Levant, observes that the dogs and
vultures at Grand Cairo maintain such a friendly intercourse as to bring up
their young together in the same place.</p>
<p class="footnote">
** The Chinese word for a dog to an European ear sounds like quihloh.</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter LIX</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>The fossil wood buried in the bogs of Wolmer-forest is not yet all exhausted,
for the peat-cutters now and then stumble upon a log. I have just seen a piece
which was sent by a labourer of Oakhanger to a carpenter of this village, this
was the butt-end of a small oak, about five feet long, and about five inches in
diameter. It had apparently been severed from the ground by an axe, was very
ponderous, and as black as ebony. Upon asking the carpenter for what purpose he
had procured it, he told me that it was to be sent to his brother, a joiner at
Farnham, who was to make use of it in cabinet work, by inlaying it along with
whiter woods.</p>
<p>Those that are much abroad on evenings after it is dark, in spring and summer,
frequently hear a nocturnal bird passing by on the wing, and repeating often a
short quick note. This bird I have remarked myself, but never could make out
till lately. I am assured now that it is the stone curlew (charadrius
oedicnemus). Some of them pass over or near my house almost every evening after
it is dark, from the uplands of the hill and North field, away down towards
Dorton; where, among the streams and meadows, they find a greater plenty of
food. Birds that fly by night are obliged to be noisy; their notes often
repeated become signals or watchwords to keep them together, that they may not
stray or lose each the other in the dark.</p>
<p>The evening proceedings and manoeuvres of the rooks are curious and amusing in
the autumn. Just before dusk they return in long strings from the foraging of
the day, and rendezvous by thousands over Selborne-down, where they wheel round
in the air, and sport and dive in a playful manner, all the while exerting
their voices, and making a loud cawing, which, being blended and softened by
the distance that we at the village are below them, becomes a confused noise or
chiding; or rather a pleasing murmur, very engaging to the imagination, and not
unlike the cry of a pack of hounds in hollow, echoing woods, or the rushing of
the wind in tall trees, or the tumbling of the tide upon a pebbly shore. When
this ceremony is over, with the last gleam of day, they retire for the night to
the deep beechen woods of Tisted and Ropley. We remember a little girl who, as
she was going to bed, used to remark on such an occurrence, in the true spirit
of physico-theology, that the rooks were saying their prayers; and yet this
child was much too young to be aware that the scriptures have said of the Deity
— that ‘he feedeth the ravens who call upon him.’</p>
<p>I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter LX</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>In reading Dr. Huxham’s Observationes de Aere, etc., written at Plymouth,
I find by those curious and accurate remarks, which contain an account of the
weather from the year 1727 to the year 1748, inclusive, that though there is
frequent rain in that district of Devonshire, yet the quantity falling is not
great; and that some years it has been very small: for in 1731 the rain
measured only 17.266 in. and in 1741, 20.354 in.; and again in 1743 only 20.908
in. Places near the sea have frequent scuds, that keep the atmosphere moist,
yet do not reach far up into the country; making thus the maritime situations
appear wet, when the rain is not considerable. In the wettest years at Plymouth
the Doctor measured only once 36 in.; and again once, viz., 1734, 37.114 in.: a
quantity of rain that has twice been exceeded at Selborne in the short period
of my observations. Dr. Huxham remarks, that frequent small rains keep the air
moist; while heavy ones render it more dry, by beating down the vapours. He is
also of opinion that the dingy, smoky appearance of the sky, in very dry
seasons, arises from the want of moisture sufficient to let the light through,
and render the atmosphere transparent; because he had observed several bodies
more diaphanous when wet than dry; and did never recollect that the air had
that look in rainy seasons.</p>
<p>My friend who lives just beyond the top of the down, brought his three swivel
guns to try them in my outlet, with their muzzles towards the Hanger, supposing
that the report would have had a great effect; but the experiment did not
answer his expectation. He then removed them to the Alcove on the Hanger: when
the sound, rushing along the Lythe and Combwood, was very grand: but it was at
the Hermitage that the echoes and repercussions delighted the hearers; not only
filling the Lythe with the roar, as if all the beeches were tearing up by the
roots; but, turning to the left, they pervaded the vale above Combwood-ponds;
and after a pause seemed to take up the crash again, and to extend round
Harteley-hangers, and to die away at last among the coppices and coverts of
Ward le Ham. It has been remarked before that this district is an Anathoth, a
place of responses or echoes, and therefore proper for such experiments: we may
further add that the pauses in echoes, when they cease and yet are taken up
again, like the pauses in music, surprise the hearers, and have a fine effect
on the imagination.</p>
<p>The gentleman above mentioned has just fixed a barometer in his parlour at
Newton Valence. The tube was first filled here (at Selborne) twice with care,
when the mercury agreed and stood exactly with my own; but being filled again
twice at Newton, the mercury stood, on account of the great elevation of that
house, three-tenths of an inch lower than the barometers at this village, and
so continues to do, be the weight of the atmosphere what it may. The plate of
the barometer at Newton is figured as low as 27; because in stormy weather the
mercury there will sometimes descend below 28. We have supposed Newton-house to
stand two hundred feet higher than this house: but if the rule holds good,
which says that mercury in a barometer sinks one-tenth of an inch for every
hundred feet elevation, then the Newton barometer, by standing three-tenths
lower than that of Selborne, proves that Newton-house must be three hundred
feet higher than that in which I am writing, instead of two hundred.</p>
<p>It may not be impertinent to add, that the barometers at Selborne stand
three-tenths of an inch lower than the barometers at South Lambeth; whence we
may conclude that the former place is about three hundred feet higher than the
latter; and with good reason, because the streams that rise with us run into
the Thames at Weybridge, and so to London. Of course therefore there must be
lower ground all the way from Selborne to Sough Lambeth; the distance between
which, all the windings and indentings of the streams considered, cannot be
less than an hundred miles. I am, etc.</p>
<h2>Letter LXI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>Since the weather of a district is undoubtedly part of its natural history, I
shall make no further apology for the four following letters, which will
contain many particulars concerning some of the great frosts and a few
respecting some very hot summers, that have distinguished themselves from the
rest during the course of my observations.</p>
<p>As the frost in January 1768 was, for the small it lasted, the most severe that
we had then known for many years, and was remarkably injurious to evergreens,
some account of its rigour, and reason of its ravages, may be useful, and not
unacceptable to persons that delight in planting and ornamenting; and may
particularly become a work that professes never to lose sight of utility.</p>
<p>For the last two or three days of the former year there were considerable falls
of snow, which lay deep and uniform on the ground without any drifting,
wrapping up the more humble vegetation in perfect security. From the first day
to the fifth of the new year more snow succeeded; but from that day the air
became entirely clear; and the heat of the sun about noon had a considerable
influence in sheltered situations.</p>
<p>It was in such an aspect that the snow on the author’s evergreens was
melted every day, and frozen intensely every night; so that the laurustines,
bays, laurels, and arbutuses looked, in three or four days, as if they had been
burnt in the fire; while a neighbour’s plantation of the same kind, in a
high cold situation, where the snow was never melted at all, remained
uninjured.</p>
<p>From hence I would infer that it is the repeated melting and freezing of the
snow that is so fatal to vegetation, rather than the severity of the cold.
Therefore it highly behaves every planter, who wishes to escape the cruel
mortification of losing in a few days the labour and hopes of years, to bestir
himself on such emergencies; and, if his plantations are small, to avail
himself of mats, cloths, pease-haum, straw, reeds, or any such covering, for a
short time; or, if his shrubberies are extensive, to see that his people go
about with prongs and forks, and carefully dislodge the snow from the boughs,
since the naked foliage will shift much better for itself, than where the snow
is partly melted and frozen again.</p>
<p>It may perhaps appear at first like a paradox; but doubtless the more tender
trees and shrubs should never be planted in hot aspects; not only for the
reason assigned above, but also because, thus circumstanced, they are disposed
to shoot earlier in the spring, and grow on later in the autumn than they would
otherwise do, and so are sufferers by lagging or early frosts. For this reason
also plants from Siberia will hardly endure our climate: because, on the very
first advances of spring, they shoot away, and so are cut off by the severe
nights of March or April.</p>
<p>Dr. Fothergill and others have experienced the same inconvenience with respect
to the more tender shrubs from North America; which they therefore plant under
north walls. There should also perhaps be a wall to the east to defend them
from the piercing blasts from that quarter.</p>
<p>This observation might without any impropriety be carried into animal life; for
discerning bee-masters now find that their hives should not in the winter be
exposed to the hot sun, because such unseasonable warmth awakens the
inhabitants too early from their slumbers; and, by putting their juices into
motion too soon, subjects them afterwards to inconveniences when rigorous
weather returns.</p>
<p>The coincidents attending this short but intense frost were, that the horses
fell sick with an epidemic distemper, which injured the winds of many, and
killed some; that colds and coughs were general among the human species; that
it froze under people’s beds for several nights; that meat was so hard
frozen that it could not be spitted, and could not be secured but in cellars;
that several redwings and thrushes were killed by the frost; and that the large
titmouse continued to pull straw lengthwise from the eaves of thatched houses
and barns in a most adroit manner, for a purpose that has been explained
already.*</p>
<p class="footnote">
* See Letter XLI to Mr. Pennant.</p>
<p>On the 3d of January, Benjamin Martin’s thermometer within doors, in a
close parlour where there was no fire, fell in the night to 20, and on the 4th
to 18, and the 7th to 17.5, a degree of cold which the owner never since saw in
the same situation; and he regrets much that he was not able at that juncture
to attend his instrument abroad. All this time the wind continued north and
north-east; and yet on the eighth roost-cocks, which had been silent, began to
sound their clarions, and crows to clamour, as prognostic of milder weather;
and, moreover, moles began to heave and work, and a manifest thaw took place.
From the latter circumstance we may conclude that thaws often originate under
ground from warm vapours which arise; else how should subterraneous animals
receive such early intimations of their approach? Moreover, we have often
observed that cold seems to descend from above; for, when a thermometer hangs
abroad in a frosty night, the intervention of a cloud shall immediately raise
the mercury ten degrees; and a clear sky shall again compel it to descend to
its former gauge.</p>
<p>And here it may be proper to observe, on what has been said above, that though
frosts advance to their utmost severity by somewhat of a regular gradation, yet
thaws do not usually come on by as regular a declension of cold; but often take
place immediately from intense freezing; as men in sickness often mend at once
from a paroxysm.</p>
<p>To the great credit of Portugal laurels and American junipers, be it remembered
that they remained untouched amidst the general havoc: hence men should learn
to ornament chiefly with such trees as are able to withstand accidental
severities, and not subject themselves to the vexation of a loss which may
befall them once perhaps in ten years, yet may hardly be recovered through the
whole course of their lives.</p>
<p>As it appeared afterwards the ilexes were much injured, the cypresses were half
destroyed, the arbutuses lingered on, but never recovered; and the bays,
laurustines, and laurels, were killed to the ground; and the very wild hollies,
in hot aspects, were so much affected that they cast all their leaves.</p>
<p>By the 14th of January the snow was entirely gone; the turnips emerged not
damaged at all, save in sunny places; the wheat looked delicately, and the
garden plants were well preserved; for snow is the most kindly mantle that
infant vegetation can be wrapped in; were it not for that friendly meteor no
vegetable life could exist at all in northerly regions. Yet in Sweden the earth
in April is not divested of snow for more than a fortnight before the face of
the country is covered with flowers.</p>
<h2>Letter LXII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>There were some circumstances attending the remarkable frost in January 1776 so
singular and striking, that a short detail of them may not be unacceptable.</p>
<p>The most certain way to be exact will be to copy the passages from my journal,
which were taken from time to time as things occurred. But it may be proper
previously to remark that the first week in January was uncommonly wet, and
drowned with vast rains from every quarter: from whence may be inferred, as
there is great reason to believe is the case, that intense frosts seldom take
place till the earth is perfectly glutted and chilled with water;* and hence
dry autumns are seldom followed by rigorous winters.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* The autumn preceding January 1768 was very wet, and particularly the month of
September, during which there fell at Lyndon, in the county of Rutland, six
inches and an half of rain. And the terrible long frost of 1739-40 set in after
a rainy season, and when the springs were very high.</p>
<p>January 7th. — Snow driving all the day, which was followed by frost,
sleet, and some snow, till the 12th, when a prodigious mass overwhelmed all the
works of men, drifting over the tops of the gates and filling the hollow lanes.</p>
<p>On the 14th the writer was obliged to be much abroad; and thinks he never
before or since has encountered such rugged Siberian weather. Many of the
narrow roads were now filled above the tops of the hedges; through which the
snow was driven into most romantic and grotesque shapes, so striking to the
imagination as not to be seen without wonder and pleasure. The poultry dared
not to stir out of their roosting-places; for cocks and hens are so dazzled and
confounded by the glare of snow that they would soon perish without assistance.
The hares also lay sullenly in their seats, and would not move until compelled
by hunger; being conscious, poor animals, that the drifts and heaps
treacherously betray their footsteps, and prove fatal to numbers of them.</p>
<p>From the 14th the snow continued to increase, and began to stop the road
waggons and coaches, which could no longer keep on their regular stages; and
especially on the western roads, where the fall appears to have been deeper
than in the south. The company at Bath, that wanted to attend the Queen’s
birth-day, were strangely incommoded: many carriages of persons, who got, in
their way to town from Bath, as far as Marlborough, after strange
embarrassments, here met with a ne plus ultra. The ladies fretted, and offered
large rewards to labourers, if they would shovel them a track to London; but
the relentless heaps of snow were too bulky to be removed; and so the 18th
passed over, leaving the company in very uncomfortable circumstances at the
Castle and other inns.</p>
<p>On the 20th the sun shone out for the first time since the frost began; a
circumstance that has been remarked before much in favour of vegetation. All
this time the cold was not very intense, for the thermometer stood at 29, 28,
25, and thereabout; but on the 21st it descended to 20. The birds now began to
be in a very pitiable and starving condition. Tamed by the season, skylarks
settled in the streets of towns, because they saw the ground was bare; rooks
frequented dunghills close to houses; and crows watched horses as they passed,
and greedily devoured what dropped from them; hares now came into men’s
gardens, and, scraping away the snow, devoured such plants as they could find.</p>
<p>On the 22nd the author had occasion to go to London through a sort of
Laplandian-scene, very wild and grotesque indeed. But the metropolis itself
exhibited a still more singular appearance than the country; for, being bedded
deep in snow, the pavement of the streets could not be touched by the wheels or
the horses’ feet, so that the carriages ran about without the least
noise. Such an exception from din and clatter was strange, but not pleasant; it
seemed to convey an uncomfortable idea of desolation:</p>
<p class="poem">
… ipsa silentia terrent.</p>
<p>On the 27th much snow fell all day, and in the evening the frost became very
intense. At South Lambeth, for the four following nights, the thermometer fell
to 11, 7, 6, 6; and at Selborne to 7, 6, 10; and on the 31st January, just
before sunrise, with rime on the trees and on the tube of the glass, the
quicksilver sunk exactly to zero, being 32 degrees below the freezing point;
but by eleven in the morning, though in the shade, it sprung up to 16.5 *
— a most unusual degree of cold this for the south of England! During
these four nights the cold was so penetrating that it occasioned ice in warm
chambers and under beds; and in the day the wind was so keen that persons of
robust constitutions could scarcely endure to face it. The Thames was at once
so frozen over both above and below bridge that crowds ran about on the ice.
The streets were now strangely incumbered with snow, which crumbled and trod
dusty; and, turning grey, resembled bay-salt; what had fallen on the roofs was
so perfectly dry that, from first to last, it lay twenty-six days on the houses
in the city; a longer time than had been remembered by the oldest housekeepers
living. According to all appearances we might now have expected the continuance
of this rigorous weather for weeks to come, since every night increased in
severity; but behold, without any apparent cause, on the 1st of February a thaw
took place, and some rain followed before night; making good the observation
above, that frosts often go off as it were at once, without any gradual
declension of cold. On the second of February the thaw persisted; and on the 3d
swarms of little insects were frisking and sporting in a court-yard at South
Lambeth, as if they had felt no frost. Why the juices in the small bodies and
smaller limbs of such minute beings are not frozen is a matter of curious
inquiry.</p>
<p class="footnote">
* At Selborne the cold was greater than at any other place that the author
could hear of with certainty: though some reported at the time that at a
village in Kent, the thermometer fell two degrees below zero, viz., 34 degrees
below the freezing point. The thermometer used at Selborne was graduated by
Benjamin Martin.</p>
<p>Severe frosts seem to be partial, or to run in currents; for, at the same
juncture, as the author was informed by accurate correspondents, at Lyndon in
the county of Rutland, the thermometer stood at 19: at Blackburn, in
Lancashire, at 19: and at Manchester at 21, 20, and 18. Thus does some unknown
circumstance strangely overbalance latitude, and render the cold sometimes much
greater in the southern than in the northern parts of this kingdom.</p>
<p>The consequences of this severity were, that in Hampshire, at the melting of
the snow, the wheat looked well, and the turnips came forth little injured. The
laurels and laurustines were somewhat damaged, but only in hot aspects. No
evergreens were quite destroyed; and not half the damage sustained that befell
in January, 1768. Those laurels that were a little scorched on the south-sides
were perfectly untouched on their north-sides. The care taken to shake the snow
day by day from the branches seemed greatly to avail the author’s
evergreens. A neighbour’s laurel-hedge, in a high situation, and facing
to the north, was perfectly green and vigorous; and the Portugal laurels
remained unhurt.</p>
<p>As to the birds, the thrushes and blackbirds were mostly destroyed; and the
partridges, by the weather and poachers, were so thinned that few remained to
breed the following year.</p>
<h2>Letter LXIII</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>As the frost in December, 1784, was very extraordinary, you, I trust, will not
be displeased to hear the particulars; and especially when I promise to say no
more about the severities of winter after I have finished this letter.</p>
<p>The first week in December was very wet, with the barometer very low. On the
7th, with the barometer at 28-five-tenths, came on a vast snow, which continued
all that day and the next, and most part of the following night; so that by the
morning of the 9th the works of men were quite overwhelmed, the lanes filled so
as to be impassable, and the ground covered twelve or fifteen inches without
any drifting. In the evening of the 9th the air began to be so very sharp that
we thought it would be curious to attend to the motions of a thermometer: we
therefore hung out two; one made by Martin and one by Dollond, which soon began
to show us what we were to expect; for, by ten o’clock, they fell to 21,
and at eleven to 4, when we went to bed. On the 10th, in the morning, the
quicksilver of Dollond’s glass was down to half a degree below zero; and
that of Martin’s, which was absurdly graduated only to four degrees above
zero, sunk quite into the brass guard of the ball; so that when the weather
became most interesting this was useless. On the 10th, at eleven at night,
though the air was perfectly still, Dollond’s glass went down to one
degree below zero! This strange severity of the weather made me very desirous
to know what degree of cold there might be in such an exalted and near
situation as Newton. We had therefore, on the morning of the 10th, written to
Mr. ——, and entreated him to hang out his thermometer, made by
Adams; and to pay some attention to it morning and evening; expecting wonderful
phaenomena, in so elevated a region, at two hundred feet or more above my
house. But, behold! on the 10th, at eleven at night, it was down only to 17,
and the next morning at 22, when mine was at 10. We were so disturbed at this
unexpected reverse of comparative local cold, that we sent one of my glasses
up, thinking that of Mr. —— must, somehow, be wrongly constructed.
But, when the instruments came to be confronted, they went exactly together: so
that, for one night at least, the cold at Newton was 18 degrees less than at
Selborne; and, through the whole frost, 10 or 12 degrees; and indeed, when we
came to observe consequences, we could readily credit this; for all my
laurustines, bays, ilexes, arbutuses, cypresses, and even my Portugal laurels,*
and (which occasions more regret) my fine sloping laurel hedge, were scorched
up; while, at Newton, the same trees have not lost a leaf!</p>
<p class="footnote">
* Mr. Miller, in his Gardener’s Dictionary, says positively that the
Portugal laurels remained untouched in the remarkable frost of 1739–40. So that
either that accurate observer was much mistaken, or else the frost of December,
1784, was much more severe and destructive than that in the year above
mentioned.</p>
<p>We had steady frost on to the 25th, when the thermometer in the morning was
down to 10 with us, and at Newton only to 21. Strong frost continued till the
31st, when some tendency to thaw was observed, and, by January the 3rd, 1785,
the thaw was confirmed, and some rain fell.</p>
<p>A circumstance that I must not omit, because it was new to us, is, that on
Friday, December the 10th, being bright sun-shine, the air was full of icy
spiculae, floating in all directions, like atoms in a sun-beam let into a dark
room. We thought them at first particles of the rime falling from my tall
hedges; but were soon convinced to the contrary, by making our observations in
open places where no rime could reach us. Were they watery particles of the air
frozen as they floated; or were they evaporations from the snow frozen as they
mounted ?</p>
<p>We were much obliged to the thermometers for the early information they gave
us: and hurried our apples, pears, onions, potatoes, etc., into the cellar, and
warm closets; while those who had not, or neglected such warnings, lost all
their stores of roots and fruits, and had their very bread and cheese frozen.</p>
<p>I must not omit to tell you that, during those two Siberian days, my
parlour-cat was so electric, that had a person stroked her, and been properly
insulated, the shock might have been given to a whole circle of people.</p>
<p>I forgot to mention before, that, during the two severe days, two men, who were
tracing hares in the snow, had their feet frozen; and two men, who were much
better employed, had their fingers so affected by the frost, while they were
thrashing in a barn, that a mortification followed, from which they did not
recover for many weeks.</p>
<p>This frost killed all the furze and most of the ivy, and in many places
stripped the hollies of all their leaves. It came at a very early time of the
year, before old November ended; and yet it may be allowed from its effects to
have exceeded any since 1739–40.</p>
<h2>Letter LXIV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>As the effects of heat are seldom very remarkable in the northerly climate of
England, where the summers are often so defective in warmth and sunshine as not
to ripen the fruits of the earth so well as might be wished, I shall be more
concise in my account of the severity of a summer season, and so make a little
amends for the prolix account of the degrees of cold, and the inconveniences
that we suffered from late rigorous winters.</p>
<p>The summers of 1781 and 1783 were unusually hot and dry; to them therefore I
shall turn back in my journals, without recurring to any more distant period.
In the former of these years my peach and nectarine-trees suffered so much from
the heat that the rind on the bodies was scalded and came off; since which the
trees have been in a decaying state. This may prove a hint to assiduous
gardeners to fence and shelter their wall-trees with mats or boards, as they
may easily do, because such annoyance is seldom of long continuance. During
that summer also, I observed that my apples were coddled, as it were, on the
trees; so that they had no quickness of flavour, and would not keep in the
winter. This circumstance put me in mind of what I have heard travellers
assert, that they never ate a good apple or apricot in the south of Europe,
where the beats were so great as to render the juices vapid and insipid.</p>
<p>The great pests of a garden are wasps, which destroy all the finer fruits just
as they are coming into perfection. In 1781 we had none; in 1783 there were
myriads; which would have devoured all the produce of my garden, had not we set
the boys to take the nests, and caught thousands with hazel twigs tipped with
bird-lime: we have since employed the boys to take and destroy the large
breeding wasps in the spring. Such expedients have a great effect on these
marauders, and will keep them under. Though wasps do not abound but in hot
summers, yet they do not prevail in every hot summer, as I have instanced in
the two years above mentioned.</p>
<p>In the sultry season of 1783 honey-dews were so frequent as to deface and
destroy the beauties of my garden. My honey-suckles, which were one week the
most sweet and lovely objects that the eye could behold, became the next the
most loathsome; being enveloped in a viscous substance, and loaded with black
aphides, or smother-flies. The occasion of this clammy appearance seems to be
this, that in hot weather the effluvia of flowers in fields and meadows and
gardens are drawn up in the day by a brisk evaporation, and then in the night
fall down again with the dews, in which they are entangled; that the air is
strongly scented, and therefore impregnated with the particles of flowers in
summer weather, our senses will inform us; and that this clammy sweet substance
is of the vegetable kind we may learn from bees, to whom it is very grateful:
and we may be assured that it falls in the night, because it is always seen
first in warm still mornings.</p>
<p>On chalky and sandy soils, and in the hot villages about London, the
thermometer has been often observed to mount as high as 83 or 84; but with us,
in this hilly and woody district, I have hardly ever seen it exceed 80; nor
does it often arrive at that pitch. The reason, I conclude, is, that our dense
clayey soil, so much shaded by trees, is not so easily heated through as those
above-mentioned: and, besides, our mountains cause currents of air and breezes;
and the vast effluvia from our woodlands temper and moderate our heats.</p>
<h2>Letter LXV</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>The summer of the year 1783 was an amazing and portentous one, and full of
horrible phaenomena; for besides the alarming meteors and tremendous
thunder-storms that affrighted and distressed the different counties of this
kingdom, the peculiar haze, or smokey fog, that prevailed for many weeks in
this island, and in every part of Europe, and even beyond its limits, was a
most extraordinary appearance, unlike anything known within the memory of man.
By my journal I find that I had noticed this strange occurrence from June 23 to
July 20 inclusive, during which period the wind varied to every quarter without
making any alteration in the air. The sun, at noon, looked as blank as a
clouded moon, and shed a rust-coloured ferruginous light on the ground, and
floors of rooms; but was particularly lurid and blood-coloured at rising and
setting. All the time the heat was so intense that butchers’ meat could
hardly be eaten on the day after it was killed; and the flies swarmed so in the
lanes and hedges that they rendered the horses half frantic, and riding
irksome. The country people began to look with a superstitious awe, at the red,
louring aspect of the sun; and indeed there was reason for the most enlightened
person to be apprehensive; for, all the while, Calabria and part of the isle of
Sicily, were torn and convulsed with earthquakes; and about that juncture a
volcano sprung out of the sea on the coast of Norway. On this occasion
Milton’s noble simile of the sun, in his first book of Paradise Lost,
frequency occurred to my mind; and it is indeed particularly applicable,
because, towards the end, it alludes to a superstitious kind of dread, with
which the minds of men are always impressed by such strange and unusual
phaenomena.</p>
<p class="poem">
… As when the sun, new risen,<br/>
Looks through the horizontal, misty air,<br/>
Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon,<br/>
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds<br/>
On half the nations, and with fear of change<br/>
Perplexes monarchs….</p>
<h2>Letter LXVI</h2>
<p class="center">
To The Honourable Daines Barrington</p>
<p>We are very seldom annoyed with thunder-storms; and it is no less remarkable
than true, that those which arise in the south have hardly been known to reach
this village; for before they get over us, they take a direction to the east or
to the west, or sometimes divide into two, and go in part to one of those
quarters, and in part to the other; as was truly the case in summer 1783, when
though the country round was continually harassed with tempests and often from
the south, yet we escaped them all; as appears by my journal of that summer.
The only way that I can at all account for this fact—for such it is —
is that, on that quarter, between us and the sea, there are continual
mountains, hill behind hill, such as Nore-hill, the Barnet, Butser-hill, and
Ports-down, which somehow divert the storms, and give them a different
direction. High promontories, and elevated grounds, have always been observed
to attract clouds and disarm them of their mischievous contents, which are
discharged into the trees and summits as soon as they come in contact with
those turbulent meteors; while the humble vales escape, because they are so far
beneath them.</p>
<p>But, when I say I do not remember a thunder-storm from the south, I do not mean
that we never have suffered from thunder-storms at all; for on June 5th, 1784,
the thermometer in the morning being at 64, and at noon at 70, the barometer at
29, six-tenths one-half, and the wind north, I observed a blue mist, smelling
strongly of sulphur, hanging along our sloping woods, and seeming to indicate
that thunder was at hand. I was called in about two in the afternoon, and so
missed seeing the gathering of the clouds in the north; which they who were
abroad assured me had something uncommon in its appearance. At about a quarter
after two the storm began in the parish of Hartley, moving slowly from north to
south; and from thence it came over Norton-farm, and so to Grange-farm, both in
this parish. It began with vast drops of rain, which were soon succeeded by
round hail, and then by convex pieces of ice, which measured three inches in
girth. Had it been as extensive as it was violent, and of any continuance (for
it was very short), it must have ravaged all the neighbourhood. In the parish
of Hartley it did some damage to one farm; but Norton, which lay in the centre
of the storm, was greatly injured; as was Grange, which lay next to it. It did
but just reach to the middle of the village, where the hail broke my north
windows, and all my garden-lights and hand-glasses, and many of my
neighbours’ windows. The extent of the storm was about two miles in
length and one in breadth. We were just sitting down to dinner; but were soon
diverted from our repast by the clattering of tiles and the jingling of glass.
There fell at the same time prodigious torrents of rain on the farms
above-mentioned, which occasioned a flood as violent as it was sudden; doing
great damage to the meadows and fallows, by deluging the one and washing away
the soil of the other. The hollow lane towards Alton was so torn and disordered
as not to be passable till mended, rocks being removed that weighed 200 weight.
Those that saw the effect which the great hail had on ponds and pools say that
the dashing of the water made an extraordinary appearance, the froth and spray
standing up in the air three feet above the surface. The rushing and roaring of
the hail, as it approached, was truly tremendous.</p>
<p>Though the clouds at South Lambeth, near London, were at that juncture thin and
light, and no storm was in sight, nor within hearing, yet the air was strongly
electric; for the bells of an electric machine at that place rang repeatedly,
and fierce sparks were discharged.</p>
<p>When I first took the present work in hand I proposed to have added an Annus
Historico-naturalis, or the Natural History of the Twelve Months of the Year;
which would have comprised many incidents and occurrences that have not fallen
in my way to be mentioned in my series of letters; — but, as Mr. Aikin of
Warrington has lately published somewhat of this sort, and as the length of my
correspondence has sufficiently put your patience to the test, I shall here
take a respectful leave of you and natural history together; and am,</p>
<p>With all due deference and regard,<br/>
Your most obliged,<br/>
And most humble servant,</p>
<p class="right">
GIL. WHITE.</p>
<p>Selborne,<br/>
June 25, 1787.</p>
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