The broad glittering trigger-guard got quite hot in the sun, and the stock was warm when I felt it every now and then.  The grain of the walnut-wood showed plainly through the light polish:  it was not varnished like the stock of the double-barrel they kept padlocked to the rack over the high mantelpiece indoors.  Still you could see the varnish.  It was of a rich dark horse-chestnut colour, and yet so bright and clear that if held close you could see your face in it.  Behind it the grain of the wood was just perceptible; especially at the grip, where hard hands had worn it away somewhat.  The secret of that varnish is lost—­like that of the varnish on the priceless old violins.

But you could feel the wood more in my gun:  so that it was difficult to keep the hand off it, though the rabbits would not come out; and the shadowless recess grew like a furnace, for it focussed the rays of the sun.  The heat on the sunny side of a thick hedge between three and four in the afternoon is almost tropical if you remain still, because the air is motionless:  the only relief is to hold your hat loose; or tilt it against your head, the other edge of the brim on the ground.  Then the grass-blades rise up level with the forehead.  There is a delicious smell in growing grass, and a sweetness comes up from the earth.

Still it got hotter and hotter; and it was not possible to move in the least degree, lest a brown creature sitting on the sand at the mouth of his hole, and hidden himself by the fern, should immediately note it.  And Orion was waiting in the rickyard for the sound of the report, and very likely the shepherd too.  We knew that men in Africa, watched by lions, had kept still in the sunshine till, reflected from the rock, it literally scorched them, not daring to move; and we knew all about the stoicism of the Red Indians.  But Ulysses was ever my pattern and model:  that man of infinite patience and resource.

So, though the sun might burn and the air become suffocating in that close corner, and the quivering line of heat across the meadow make the eyes dizzy to watch, yet not a limb must be moved.  The black flies came in crowds; but they are not so tormenting if you plunge your face in the grass, though they titillate the back of the hand as they run over it.  Under the bramble bush was a bury that did not look much used; and once or twice a great blue fly came out of it, the buzz at first sounding hollow and afar off and becoming clearer as it approached the mouth of the hole.  There was the carcass of a dead rabbit inside no doubt.

A humble-bee wandering along—­they are restless things—­buzzed right under my hat, and became entangled in the grass by my ear.  Now we knew by experience in taking their honey that they could sting sharply if irritated, though good-tempered by nature.  How he ‘burred’ and buzzed and droned!—­till by-and-by, crawling up the back of my head, he found an open space and sailed away.  Then, looking out again, there was a pair of ears in the grass not ten yards distant:  a rabbit had come out at last.  But the first delight was quickly over:  the ears were short and sharply pointed, and almost pinkly transparent.