Who is this? A careless little midshipman, idling about in a great city, with his pockets full of money. He is waiting for the coach: it comes up presently, and he gets on the top of it, and looks about him. They soon leave the chimney pots behind them; his eyes wander with delight over the harvest fields, he smells the honeysuckle in the hedgerow, and he wishes he was down among the hazel bushes, that he might strip them of the milky nuts; then he sees a great wain piled up with barley, and he wishes he was seated on the ...
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Who is this? A careless little midshipman, idling about in a great city, with his pockets full of money. He is waiting for the coach: it comes up presently, and he gets on the top of it, and looks about him. They soon leave the chimney pots behind them; his eyes wander with delight over the harvest fields, he smells the honeysuckle in the hedgerow, and he wishes he was down among the hazel bushes, that he might strip them of the milky nuts; then he sees a great wain piled up with barley, and he wishes he was seated on the top of it; then they go through a little wood, and he likes to see the checkered shadows of the trees lying across the white road; and then a squirrel runs up a bough, and he can not forbear to whoop and halloo, though he can not chase it to its nest.
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