The peewit"s cry a Norfolk childhood by Camilla Campbell

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Published by East Anglian Magazine Limited in Ipswich .

Written in English

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Places:

  • Norfolk (England)

Subjects:

  • Campbell, Camilla, 1908 or 9- -- Childhood and youth.,
  • Norfolk (England) -- Social life and customs.

Edition Notes

Book details

Statementby Camilla Campbell.
Classifications
LC ClassificationsDA670.N6 C35
The Physical Object
Pagination130 p. :
Number of Pages130
ID Numbers
Open LibraryOL3804622M
ISBN 100900227443
LC Control Number81109756
OCLC/WorldCa8431753

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And the bog-cotton will have blown away, and there will be no yellow on the whin. But I shall smell the peat. peewit (pē′wĭt′, pyo͞o′ĭt) n. Variant of pewit. peewit (ˈpiːwɪt) n (Animals) another name for lapwing [C imitative of its call] pe•wit or pee•wit (ˈpi wɪt, ˈpyu ɪt) n.

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“So that was Chris and her reading and schooling, two Chrisses there were that fought for her heart and tormented her. You hated the land and the coarse speak of the folk and learning was brave and fine one day; and the next you'd waken with the peewits crying across the hills, deep and deep, crying in the heart of you and the smell of the earth in your face, almost you'd cry for that, the.

Rising and falling and circling round and round, the slow-waving peewits cry and complain, and lift their broad wings in sorrow. They stoop suddenly to the ground, the lapwings, then in another throb of anguish and protest, they swing up again, offering a glistening white breast to the sunlight, to deny it in black shadow, then a glisten of.

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The earth bulged sunwards as she had bulged for centuries. Two pewits sport and cry, More white than is the moon on high Riding the dark surge silently; More black than earth. Their cry Is the one sound under the sky. They alone move, now low, now high, And merrily they cry To the mischievous Spring sky, Plunging earthward, tossing high, Over the ghost who wonders why So merrily they cry and fly.

The place where the eagles cry, the deer roam, the wildcat stalk and pine martens scamper. Wow, I thought, this was a dream come true, a visit that had taken me forty years to make and as I looked out at the land – the back of my mind whispered the phrase – “Like Yorkshire only better”.

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They cry pe-e-e-e-wi, pe-e-e-e-e-wi, and the Imp cries "peewit" back to them. Some people call them plovers, and some people call them lapwings, because of the way they fly, but we always call them the "peewits.".

There is a cry in answer to the peewits, echoing louder and stronger the lamentation of the lapwings, a wail which hushes the birds.

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The old park, laid out in the English style, gloomy and severe, stretched for almost three-quarters of a mile to the river, and there ended in a steep, precipitous clay bank, where pines grew with bare roots that looked like shaggy paws; the water shone below with an unfriendly gleam, and the peewits flew up with a plaintive cry, and there one.

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