Henry Williamson

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Henry Williamson (1 December 189513 August 1977) was an English soldier, naturalist, farmer and ruralist writer known for his natural history and social history novels.


  • With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears— weak, whiskey tears— would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother.
    • The Village Book (1930) – after a killing of a badger by villagers.

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