Various, Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature…
“ There is nothing like an eye in inanimate nature; no flower, no speck on a bough,{658} no gleaming stone wet with dew, nothing, indeed, to which it can be compared. The eye betrayed it; I could not overlook an eye. Neither nature nor inherited experience had taught the pheasant to hide its eye; the bird not only wished to conceal itself, but to watch my motions, and looking up from its cover, was immediately observed.At a turn of the lane there was a great heap of oak ‘chumps,’ crooked logs, sawn in lengths, and piled together. ”
