Worth reading for chapter 35 alone: the most wonderful, luminous description of the night sky, which includes this: "When the few leaves left on this young oak were brown, and rustled in the frosty night, the massy shoulder of Orion came heaving up through it -- first one bright star, then another; then the gleaming girdle, and the less definite scabbard; then the great constellation stretched across the east. At the first sight of Orion's shoulder Bevis always felt suddenly stronger, as if a breath of the mighty hunter had come down and entered into him".
However, hunting was the problem with this book. The boys' resourcefulness in making things from scratch, the nature descriptions and the spacious sense of freedom and the outdoors, all make this book special. But I sickened at the casual slaughter of wildlife: anything at all that moved was literally fair game. Pike, a thrush, an otter, hares, herons, all destroyed for nothing; they didn't eat all they shot. Worse still, we haven't really moved on from this mindset, have we? As for females and "natives"; I pity them when Bevis is fully grown! Poor Pan the spaniel is casually beaten, too; nasty.
Then I recently came across "Wood Magic", which deals with Bevis's young childhood. It should really be called "Wood Horror". Bevis here is a really nasty-tempered little devil, always losing it and often hurting or killing something innocent as a result. Jefferies himself reveals fully his sadistic streak here, revelling in descriptions of a hawk slowly and painfully dying in a snare, a weasel caught in a trap. Poor Pan gets treated cruelly even by the people who should love and care for him as their dog. I certainly won't be keeping this one.