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William Henry Hudson (1841-1922) was an author, naturalist and ornithologist.

William Henry Hudson (1841-1922) was an author, naturalist and ornithologist. His best known novel is "Green Mansions" (1904), and his best known non-fiction is "Far Away and Long Ago" (1918).

William Henry Hudson (1841-1922) was an author, naturalist and ornithologist. His best known novel is "Green Mansions" (1904), and his best known non-fiction is "Far Away and Long Ago" (1918).

William Henry Hudson (1841-1922) was an author, naturalist and ornithologist. His best known novel is "Green Mansions" (1904), and his best known non-fiction is "Far Away and Long Ago" (1918).

Renowned for his exotic romances, Brish author, naturalist, and ornithologist William Henry Hudson (1841-1922) tells a haunting tale of a European man's ill-fated romance with a mysterious jungle girl. Vivid descriptions of the Venezuelan rainforests form

Renowned for his exotic romances, Brish author, naturalist, and ornithologist William Henry Hudson (1841-1922) tells a haunting tale of a European man's ill-fated romance with a mysterious jungle girl. Vivid descriptions of the Venezuelan rainforests form

William Henry Hudson (1841-1922), British author, naturalist and ornithologist is best known for Green Mansions (1904), an exotic South American romance with Rima, the mysterious creature of the forest, half bird, half human.

William Henry Hudson (1841-1922), British author, naturalist and ornithologist is best known for Green Mansions (1904), an exotic South American romance with Rima, the mysterious creature of the forest, half bird, half human.

The autobiography of W. H. Hudson contains unique and sensuous insights into his early life in provincial Argentina during the mid-19th century. By the time he published this retrospective account of his formative years, W. H. Hudson was a highly respected and famous naturalist and ornithologist, responsible for the expansion and development of both disciplines. He was also a novelist, publishing tales of romantic adventure to praise. Although he held a special love for his native Argentina, and the Patagonia region of South America, Hudson would permanently migrate to England in 1874, remaining there for most of his remaining years. His studies and comparisons of the avian species of Britain and his native land were welcomed by the academic establishment in the UK, who found Hudson's papers well-researched and informed by their author's origins.

Birds at their Best - Birds and Man - Daws in the West Country - Early Spring in Savernake Forest - A Wood Wren at Wells - Secret of the Charm of Flowers - Ravens in Somerset - Owls in a Village - The Strange and Beautiful Sheldrake - Geese: An Appeciation and a Memory - The Dartford Warbler - Vert-Vert Or Perrot Gossip - Something Pretty in a Glass Case - Selborne

Now that we are cool, he said, and regret that we hurt each other, I am not sorry that it happened. I deserved your reproach: a hundred times I have wished to tell you the whole story of my travels and adventures among the savages, and one of the reasons which prevented me was the fear that it would have an unfortunate effect on our friendship. That was precious, and I desired above everything to keep it. But I must think no more about that now. I must think only of how I am to tell you my story. I will begin at a time when I was twenty-three. It was early in life to be in the thick of politics, and in trouble to the extent of having to fly my country to save my liberty, perhaps my life. Every nation, someone remarks, has the government it deserves, and Venezuela certainly has the one it deserves and that suits it best. We call it a republic, not only because it is not one, but also because a thing must have a name; and to have a good name, or a fine name, is very convenient-especially when you want to borrow money. If the Venezuelans, thinly distributed over an area of half a million square miles, mostly illiterate peasants, half-breeds, and indigenes, were educated, intelligent men, zealous only for the public weal, it would be possible for them to have a real republic.

I do not quite know how it happened, my recollection of the whole matter ebbing in a somewhat clouded condition. I fancy I had gone somewhere on a botanizing expedition, but whether at home or abroad I don't know. At all events, I remember that I had taken up the study of plants with a good deal of enthusiasm, and that while hunting for some variety in the mountains I sat down to rest on the edge of a ravine. Perhaps it was on the ledge of an overhanging rock; anyhow, if I remember rightly, the ground gave way all about me, precipitating me below. The fall was a very considerable one-probably thirty or forty feet, or more, and I was rendered unconscious. How long I lay there under the heap of earth and stones carried down in my fall it is impossible to say: perhaps a long time; but at last I came to myself and struggled up from the debris, like a mole coming to the surface of the earth to feel the genial sunshine on his dim eyeballs. I found myself standing (oddly enough, on all fours) in an immense pit created by the overthrow of a gigantic dead tree with a girth of about thirty or forty feet. The tree itself had rolled down to the bottom of the ravine; but the pit in which it had left the huge stumps of severed roots was, I found, situated in a gentle slope at the top of the bank