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The bracken was a forest in itself, a curving verdant flood of branches, transparent as water by the path but thick, heavy, secret a foot or two away, where high ferny crests waved above the softly moving ferns, just as the beech tops flaunted above the rest of the wood.
The rabbits which crept quietly in and out reared on their hind legs to see who was going by. They pricked their ears and stood erect and then dropped silently on soft paws and disappeared into the close ranks of brown stems when they saw the child. She walked along the rough path, casting fearful glances to right and left. She never ran, even in moments of greatest terror, when things seemed very near, for then they would know she was afraid and close round her. Gossamer stretched across the way from nut bush to bracken frond and clung to her cold cheeks. Spilt acorns and beech mast Iay thick on the ground, green and brown patterns in the upside-down red leaves, which made a carpet. Heavy rains had swept the soil to the lower levels of the path and laid bare the rock in many places.
On a sandy patch she saw her own footprint, a little square toe and a horseshoe where the iron heel had sunk. That was in the morning, when all was fresh and fair. It cheered her to see the homely mark, and she stayed a moment to look at it and replace her foot in it, as Robinson Crusoe might have done.
A squirrel, rippling along a leafy bough, peered at her and then, finding her so still, ran down the tree trunk and along the ground. Her step was strangely silent, and a close observer would have seen that she walked only on the soil between the stones of the footpath, stones of the earth itself, which had worn their way through the thin layer of grass. Her eyes and ears were as alert as those of a small wild animal as she slid through the shades in the depths of the wood....
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By Sara on 06-29-16
A Pure Delight
I grew up reading many of Alison Uttley's books for children--with Little Grey Squirrel and Fuzzypeg the Hedgehog being particular favorites. This book, The Country Child was first published in 1931. It is a fictionalized story of the author's own childhood growing up on an old family farm in rural England. The story is magical in the way it captures nature, the passage of time/history and family life from another era.
Without a doubt my love of gardening and being out in nature--no matter the weather--was instilled in me as a child because of Uttley's infectious, enthralling and evocative writing. I whole heartedly agree with another reviewer--this is a book that needs to be savored and enjoyed with the seasons. Not to be missed for the gardener and nature lover. Beautifully written. Excellent narration. A total joy. I loved it.
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By Mrs. Mary Y. Berry on 08-04-16
a nice filler between other books
Would you try another book written by Alison Uttley or narrated by Jilly Bond?
yes to Alison Uttley book big No to Jilly Bond
What was one of the most memorable moments of The Country Child?
When she was picking Cowslips
What three words best describe Jilly Bond’s performance?
Was The Country Child worth the listening time?
Any additional comments?
if Jilly Bond had read it in a normal voice with out the silly voices it would have been 100 per cent better . i nearly deleted it of my ipod but stuck it out. because of the story