THE FIELDS OF NOON by Sheila Burnford


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(YA) Sheila Burnford of Incredible Journey fame here turns to old and new animal friends in a sheaf of reminiscences. Her interests are far-ranging, although always rounded in nature. She summons up her childhood when walking was an honored pursuit n Scotland, and calls to mind a walking trip on the Continent in that last gay summer before the war, 1939. Later, in Canada, she takes up mushrooming (she declares the elights of morels in May, the danger of the Amanita family for the unsuspecting ushroomer), while her Labrador Raimie acts as official bear scare; plies her noise-aking wiles in the wilds of Saskatchewan, where she can entice everything but the uck she hunts; embarks on a personal rendezvous with evolution when as Burnford oman she undertakes the manufacturing in sequence of artifacts found at the Brohm ite. Those who fish comme il faut may gasp at fond recollections of guddling trout atching the prey by hand) in Britain, but will appreciate the spirit if not the ct. Among the creatures who sit for portraits are Tom, who came with the snows and eft with the spring and would never submit to human bondage; Claud, the canary whose atered summers are delightfully recorded; William, the aged dog who had brought up the children and was now patiently attended by them. Mrs. Burnford's responsiveness to the world about her is so refreshing that her pastimes are certain to engage the ature-loving distaffers.

Publisher: Little, Brown-A.M.P.