Studies in the Art of Rat Catching HTML version

Slaughter in a Cellar—Dead Rats in a House
A November Day—A Laid-up Ferret—A Tramp Home in the Wet—A Snug Evening—Things Students
should Know—Muzzling Ferrets—Sucking Blood—A Strange Use for a Dog's Tail
Rabbit Catching—Tools for Rabbit Catching—An Easy Day's Rabbiting—Ferreting a Bank—A Deep
Dig in the Sand—A Day with the Purse Nets—Necessity of Silence—Ferrets without Muzzles—How to
Kill Rabbits
Trip to the Seaside—Surveying the Hunting Ground—A View from the Cliffs—A Sea View—The
Rector's Daughter—Doctoring the Burrows—Running out Nets—"Hie in, Good Dogs"
The Beginning of a Storm—A Ship in Distress—The Village Harbour—A Fisherman's Home—Little
Jack, the Cripple—Waiting for the Boats—A Rough Old Fish-Wife—The Return of the Fishermen
The Rector's Story—A Ship in Danger Running Straight on the Rocks—To the Rescue—Watching the
Boat—Breaking up of the Ship—Beyond the Storms of Life—Life in the Little One—Nature's Gifts—
What a Hodge-Podge
[Pg viii]
[Pg 1]
Ever since I was a boy, and ah! long, long before that, I fancy, the
one great anxiety of parents of the upper and middle classes blessed
with large families has been, "What are we to do with our boys?" and
the cry goes on increasing, being intensified by the depreciation in
the value of land, and by our distant colonies getting a little
overstocked with young gentlemen, who have been banished to them
by thousands, to struggle and strive, sink or swim, as fate wills it. At
home, all professions are full and everything has been tried; and, go
where you will, even the children of the noble may be found
[Pg 2]