Burr Junior | Page 8

"but how?"
Mercer looked at me, and rubbed his ear.
"Oh, that is only the first one," he said hurriedly.
"But you must know how to catch the first one first."
"Oh, I say, don't argue like that. It is like doing propositions in Euclid.
You have to begin with one hedgehog, that's an axiom. Then you take
him in your pocket."
"Doesn't it prick?" I said.
"Oh, I don't know. How you keep interrupting! And you go out at night
when it's full moon, and then go and sit down on a felled tree right in
the middle of an open place in the wood. You get a bit of stick, a rough
bit, and take hold of piggy's foot and rub his hind leg with the stick."
"But suppose he curls up," I said.
"Oh, bother! Don't! How am I to tell you? You mustn't let him curl up.
You rub his hind leg with the stick, and then he begins to sing."
"Oh, come!" I said, bursting out laughing.

"Well, squeal, then, ever so loud, and the louder he squeals, the harder
you must rub."
"But it hurts him."
"Oh, not much. What's a hedgehog that he isn't to be hurt a bit! Boys
get hurt pretty tidy here when the Doctor's cross. Well, as soon as he
squeals out, all the hedgehogs who hear him come running to see
what's the matter, and you get as many as you like, and put 'em in a
hutch, but you mustn't keep live things here, only on the sly. I had so
many, the Doctor put a stop to all the boys keeping things, rabbits, and
white mice, and all. That's why I stuff."
"What is?"
"Because you can keep frogs, and jays, and polecats, and snakes, and
anything, and they don't want to be fed."
"What a nice cottage!" I said suddenly, as we came upon a red-brick,
red-tiled place, nearly all over ivy.
"Yes, that's Polly Hopley's--and hi! there goes old Hopley."
A man in a closely fitting cap and brown velveteen jacket, who was
going down the road, faced round, took a gun from off his shoulder and
placed it under his arm.
He was a big, burly, black-whiskered man, with brown face and dark
eyes, and he showed his white teeth as he came slowly to meet us.
"Well, Master Mercer?" he said. "Why ain't you joggryfing?"
"Whole holiday. New boy. This is him. Burr junior, this is Bob Hopley,
General's keeper. Chuck your cap up in the air, and he'll make it full of
shot-holes. He never misses."
"Oh yes, I do," said the keeper, shaking his head; "and don't you do as
he says. Charge of powder and shot's too good to be wasted."

"Oh, all right. I say, got anything for me?"
"No, not yet. I did knock over a hawk, but I cut his head off."
"What for? With your knife?"
"No-o-o! Shot. You shall have the next. Don't want a howl, I s'pose?"
"Yes, yes, a white one. Do shoot one for me, there's a good chap."
"Well, p'raps I may. I know where there's a nest."
"Do you? Oh, where?" cried Mercer. "I want to see one, so does he--
this chap here."
"Well, it's in the pigeon-cote up agen Dawson's oast-house, only he
won't have 'em touched."
"What a shame!"
"Says they kills the young rats and mice. Like to go and see it?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm going round by Rigg's Spinney, and I'll meet you at the farm
gates. Jem Roff'll let you go up if I ask him."
"How long will you be?"
"Hour! Don't forget!"
"Just as if we should!" cried Mercer, as the keeper shouldered his gun
again and marched off. "It's rather awkward, though."
"What is?" I said.
"Being friends with Magglin and Bob Hopley too, because they hate
each other awfully. But then, you see, it means natural history, don't
it?"

He looked at me as if he meant me to say it, so I said, "Yes."
"An hour. What shall we do for an hour? 'Tisn't long enough to go to
the hammer pond, nor yet to hunt snakes, because we should get so
interested that we should forget to come back. But, I say, would you
rather go back to the school field, where the other chaps are, or come
back and pick out your garden? We've all got gardens. Or have a game
at rounders, or--"
"No, no no," I said. "I like all this. It's all new to me. I was never in the
country like this before."
"Then you do like it?"
"Of course."
"That's right. Then you will not mind old Rebble's impositions, and the
Doctor being disagreeable, and going at us, nor the boys pitching into
you,