They drove them into Urshot, where there was a Rural Fete, and Urshot took them as the crowning glory of a happy day.

They began to be shot at near Findon Beeches, but at first only with a rook rifle.

Of course birds of that size could absorb an unlimited quantity of small shot without inconvenience.

They scattered somewhere near Sevenoaks, and near Tonbridge one of them fled clucking for a time in excessive agitation, somewhat ahead of and parallel with the afternoon boat express--to the great astonishment of every one therein.
And about half-past five two of them were caught very cleverly by a circus proprietor at Tunbridge Wells, who lured them into a cage, rendered vacant through the death of a widowed dromedary, by scattering cakes and bread....
VIII.
When the unfortunate Skinner got out of the South-Eastern train at Urshot that evening it was already nearly dusk.

The train was late, but not inordinately late--and Mr.Skinner remarked as much to the station-master.