A DEVONSHIRE GANDER.
iTo THE EDITOR 07 THE " SPECTATOR:1 SIR,—Some years ago we possessed a goose and a gander. For some reason or other the goslings were taken away from them, and the gander went off to the next farm, and brought back other goslings. The farmer came down to ask if we had seen his missing ones, and, lo and behold I they were in our field with our gander. He must have beaten off the farmer's gander to get them. He diththis once or twice, and finally we had to give him back his own family. The goose was very fond of 11—, and she would sit on the ground, and the goose would make a sort of nest on her lap; and the gander was so jealous he would come and drive the goose off and would beat H— with his wings most fiercely. The goose was killed by some unknown wicked boy, and the gander wandered all over the fields looking and calling for her. He would not eat, and finally died of starvation. I can vouch for this story, as the goose and gander belonged to my cousins.—I am, Sir, 'cc.,
Z.
(" It is cowardice not to print a thing because you think it will not be believed" (Dr. Johnson).—ED. Spectator.]
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