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Every now and then he would pull up a young onion with the weeds and

pick it out, give it a rub on his sleeve, put one end in hisit in as I've seen a coith a long strand of

rye or grass

Another tiround with his doubled fist,

make a basin-like depression, put his head in, support hi his hands on each side of the depression, and then, as easily as

could be, throw up his heels and stand upon his head

It seemed to be no trouble to him to keep his balance, and when up like

that he would twist his legs about, open them wide, put the me with his feet, so it seemed to

me, for he would spar at me with them and make believe to hit out

All at once he would see one of the labourers in the distance, and then

down he would go and continue his weeding

Perhaps, when no one was looking, he would start up, look round, go down

again on all-fours, and canter up to a pear-tree, raise hi the bark like one of the cats sharpening its claws; or

perhaps trot to an apple-tree, cli a horizontal branch, and pretend to fall, but save hi by one hand