The flashes were so vivid and the discharges seemingly so near that we became afraid to hold the gun, knowing that metal attracted electricity.

So it was put in the hollow tree out of the wet, and with it the powder-flask, while we crouched under an adjacent hawthorn till the storm ceased.
Then by the much-patched and heavy gate where I shot my first snipe, that rose out of the little stream and went straight up over the top bar.

The emotion, for it was more than excitement, of that moment will never pass from memory.

It was the bird of all others that I longed to kill, and certainly to a lad the most difficult.

Day after day I went down into the water-meadows; first thinking over the problem of the snipe's peculiar twisting flight.