Field and Hedgerow: Being the Last Essays of Richard Jefferies

book I have still, it cannot die: the ash copses are cut, and the hazel

mounds destroyed.

Was every one, then, so pleasant to me in those days? were the people all so beneficent and kindly that I must needs look back; all welcoming with open hand and open door? No, the reverse; there was not a single one friendly to me. Still that has nothing to do with it; I never thought abo...