A. C. Smith, Memoir of Mr. John Legg, of Market Lavington… (1894)
“ As I picture to myself the solitude of those vast plains and downs, when the tinkle of the sheep-bell was the only sound telling of man’s occupation; when the whistle of the steam engine was yet unknown; when wheat-hoeing in the spring (so destructive to such birds as nest on the ground) was not yet practised; when the sportsman’s only weapon was a flint-lock gun, and breech-loaders and even percussion caps had not been invented; and when to "shoot flying" was an art only mastered by a select few; our wild birds enjoyed such security and freedom from disturbance as one can hardly realize now. ”
