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Purple heath, golden gorse, and tufts of broom Tall pines with

branches like steps to te above the sand-pit, from which you could jump into the soft

sand, and then slide and roll down to the bottoh above the slope, and it gave way, and I slid down

on about a ton of matted root and earth and sand

Then we climbed to the sand-martins' nests, and slipped down or rolled

down, and clies, and thrust in our ar was over for the year, and the swift little birds made their

nurseries beyond our reach, for we did not find the bottole

hole

Shock was full of fun, and shouted and threw sand at Juno, who barked,

and made believe to bite him, and rolled over and over with him down

some slope, to be half buried in the sand at the bottoot all about Ike, but we once sled with the sweet scent of the pines in the hot

sunshine

There were butterflies, too, red ad into the

sandy bottom, and settled on the face of the sandy cliff, but always

sailed away before we got near Then ent out on to the wild

heathery waste to the south, and chased lizards in the dry short growth