Dedisham, in its hollow, is an ancient agricultural settlement: a farm and feudatory cottages in perfect completeness, an isolated self-sufficing community, lacking nothing--not even the yellow ferret in the cage.

The footpath beyond the homestead crosses a field where we find the Arun once again--here a stream winding between steep banks, sure home of kingfisher and water-rats.
[Sidenote: RUDGWICK] Rudgwick, which is three miles farther west along the hard high road, is a small village on a hill, with the most comfortable looking church-tower in Sussex hiding behind the inn and the general shop.

In the churchyard lies a Frusannah--a name new to me.
Rudgwick was the birthplace, in 1717, of Reynell Cotton, destined to be the author of the best song in praise of cricket.

He entered Winchester College in 1730, took orders and became master of Hyde Abbey school in the same city, and died in 1779.

Nyren prints his song in full.