“Sahnd.”
“And what does he get to drink in the desert?”
“Water.”
“And where does he get that from?”
“Out of the taps.”
I had not thought of that. There comes up a recollection of a Norfolk country school, where, after hearing all the uses and the virtues of the camel, I asked whether there were any of these precious beasts in Norfolk? None. And if the camel was so useful, why not? The answer came from the gamekeeper’s son:
“’Cos that ’ud tread on th’ young pheasants.”
I looked at its sprawling feet as shown in the picture, and understood their unfitness for a game-preserving county.
We must move on again. The third class is hearing about the mole, and I pause for a minute on the way:
The mole is useful because it eats the worms, which would eat the potatoes and get into our food. Is it ever idle? No, it is always working; digging fresh passages.