Richard Jefferies

Wood Magic: A Fable


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       Richard Jefferies

      Wood Magic: A Fable

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4057664583086

       PREFATORY NOTE.

       WOOD MAGIC.

       CHAPTER I.

       SIR BEVIS.

       CHAPTER II.

       AT HOME.

       CHAPTER III.

       ADVENTURES OF THE WEASEL.

       CHAPTER IV.

       BROOK-FOLK.

       CHAPTER V.

       KAPCHACK.

       CHAPTER VI.

       THE SQUIRREL.

       CHAPTER VII.

       THE COURTIERS.

       CHAPTER VIII.

       THE EMPEROR CHOO HOO.

       CHAPTER IX.

       THE COUNCIL.

       CHAPTER X.

       TRAITORS.

       CHAPTER XI.

       THE STORM IN THE NIGHT.

       CHAPTER XII.

       THE OLD OAK.—THE KING'S DESPAIR.

       CHAPTER XIII.

       THE COURTSHIP IN THE ORCHARD.

       CHAPTER XIV.

       THE GREAT BATTLE.

       CHAPTER XV.

       PALACE SECRETS.

       CHAPTER XVI.

       THE NEW KING.

       CHAPTER XVII.

       SIR BEVIS AND THE WIND.

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      Little need be said as to this re-issue of Wood Magic. It was originally published in two volumes, post 8vo, by Messrs. Cassell & Co. in 1881, and re-issued by them in one volume in 1882. The present edition is reprinted from the original edition. The frontispiece and vignette are drawn by the accomplished lady who chooses to be known as E. V. B., whose illustrations to the Story Without an End charmed many boys and girls years ago, and I hope still fascinate their children.

      C. J. L.

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      One morning as little "Sir" Bevis [such was his pet name] was digging in the farmhouse garden, he saw a daisy, and throwing aside his spade, he sat down on the grass to pick the flower to pieces. He pulled the pink-tipped petals off one by one, and as they dropped they were lost. Next he gathered a bright dandelion, and squeezed the white juice from the hollow stem, which drying presently, left his fingers stained with brown spots. Then he drew forth a bennet from its sheath, and bit and sucked it till his teeth were green from the sap. Lying at full length, he drummed the earth with his toes, while the tall grass blades tickled his cheeks.

      Presently, rolling on his back, he drummed again with his heels. He looked up at the blue sky, but only for a moment, because the glare of light was too strong in his eyes. After a minute, he turned on his side, thrust out one arm, placed his head on it, and drew up one knee, as if going to sleep. His little brown wrist, bared by the sleeve shortening as he extended his arm, bent down the grass, and his still browner fingers played with the blades, and every now and then tore one off.

      A flutter of wings sounded among the blossom on an apple-tree close by, and instantly Bevis sat up, knowing it must be a goldfinch thinking of building a nest in the branches. If the trunk of