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Henry William Herbert
(pen name Frank Forester) (April 3, 1807 - May 17, 1858), was an English
novelist and writer on sport.
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The son of the Hon. and Rev.
William Herbert, Dean of Manchester (himself the son of Henry Herbert, 1st
Earl of Carnarvon), Herbert was born in London.
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He was educated at Eton
College and at Caius College, Cambridge, where he graduated BA in 1830. To
escape his debts, he emigrated to the United States, and from 1831 to 1839
taught Greek in a private school in New York City. In 1833 he started the American
Monthly Magazine, which he edited, in conjunction with A. D. Patterson,
till 1835.
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In 1834 he published his
first novel, The Brothers: a Tale of the Fronde, which was
followed by a number of others that achieved popularity
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_William_Herbert
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“It was here (at Glenmere Lake)
that I saw the great flights of wild pigeons. I have watched them for
hours, flying overhead - all going in one direction. Their flights were
usually in the spring”. –George W. Parkinson, Warwick Dispatch 5/13/1914
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“Pigeons were very plentiful
in the early days of the town. Sometimes the air seemed almost darkened with
the immense flocks of these birds. A farmer living near the village one
morning bagged ninety-six in a short time in the woods. They had settled so thickly
on the trees and bushes that he clubbed many down, wrung the necks of some,
and every shot brought down numbers. Savory potpies, stews, broils and
genuine pigeon-pies, in which the birds predominated over the crust, were
plentiful in the humblest homes.” – Under Old Roof trees
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“The feathers of pigeons
(very plentiful in their season in early days)[14] were commonly cured and
put in beds and pillows, and a superstition reigned that no poor soul could
take easy flight from its lifelong house of clay if a single pigeon's
feather were in the dying-bed.:-- Under Old Rooftrees
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