The Natural History of Selborne

The hanger is almost naked: some parts of my tall hedges still finely variegated: the fading foliage of the elm is beautifully contrasted to the beeches.

The deep, golden colour of the larches amidst the dark evergreens makes a lovely contrast.

Timothy out.  Great meteor.

Mr John Mulso was shot in the legs.

Many people are tyed-up about the head, on account account of tooth-aches, & face-aches.

Foliage turns very dusky: the colour of the woods & hangers appears very strange, & what men, not acquainted with the country, would call very unnatural.

Mr John Mulso came.

Dug, trenched, & earthed the asparagus-beds, & filled the trenches with leaves, flower-stalks, etc.

Horses begin to lie within.

I have seen no ants for some time, except theJet-ants, which frequent gate-posts.  These continue still to run forwards, & backwards on the rails of gates, & up the posts, without seeming to have anything to do.  Nor do they appear all the summer to carry any sticks or insects to their nests like other ants.