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Eyes And No Eyes, Or The Art Of Seeing
"Well, Robert, where have you been walking this after noon?" said Mr. Andrews, to one of his
pupils at the close of a holiday.
R. I have been, sir, to Broom heath, and so round by the windmill upon Camp-mount, and home
through the meadows by the river-side.
Mr. A. Well, that's a pleasant round.
R. I thought it very dull, sir; I scarcely met with a single person. I had rather by half have gone
along the turnpike road.
Mr. A. Why, if seeing men and horses is your object, you would, indeed, be better entertained on
the highroad. But did you see William?
R. We set out together, but he lagged behind in the lane, so I walked on and left him.
Mr. A. That was a pity. He would have been company for you.
R. Oh, he is so tedious, always stopping to look at this thing and that! I had rather walk alone. I
dare say he is not got home yet.
Mr. A. Here he comes. Well, William, where have you been?
W. Oh, sir, the pleasantest walk! I went all over Broom-heath, and so up to the mill at the top of
the hill, and then down among the green meadows by the side of the river.
Mr. A. Why, that is just the round Robert has been taking, and he complains of its dullness, and
prefers the highroad.
W. I wonder at that. I am sure I hardly took a step that did not delight me, and I have brought
home my handkerchief full of curiosities.
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Mr. A. Suppose, then, you give us some account of what amused you so much. I fancy it will be
as new to Robert as to me.
W. I will, sir. The lane leading to the heath, you know, is close and sandy, so I did not mind it
much, but made the best of my way. However, I spied a curious thing enough in the hedge. It
was an old crab-tree, out of which grew a great bunch of something green, quite different from
the tree itself. Here is a branch of it.
Mr. A. Ah! this is mistletoe, a plant of great fame for the use made of it by the Druids of old in
their religious rites and incantations. It bears a very slimy white berry, of which birdlime may be