. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . nd lick her hands. It was saidthe crows would sit on her head, and the rat-tle-snakes coil in her lap. Beside all thesetales,, it was added that Old Sarah, as shewas called, was a witch, and many personsdeclared that they had seen her just at dark,or before a thunder-storm, flying through theair on a broomstick. BilPs narrative was cut short by the sud-den rising of a partridge from a bush justbefore me. Another and another soon fol-lowed. These creatures, which are a kind ofgrouse, though we in America call thempa
. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . nd lick her hands. It was saidthe crows would sit on her head, and the rat-tle-snakes coil in her lap. Beside all thesetales,, it was added that Old Sarah, as shewas called, was a witch, and many personsdeclared that they had seen her just at dark,or before a thunder-storm, flying through theair on a broomstick. BilPs narrative was cut short by the sud-den rising of a partridge from a bush justbefore me. Another and another soon fol-lowed. These creatures, which are a kind ofgrouse, though we in America call thempartridges, are very cunning. They arealways on the watch, arid when they hear orsee any one coming, they run to the oppositeside of some rock, or thicket, or tree, and THE PARTRIDGES. 21 remain concealed till the person comes then burst away with a startling, rush-ing sound, taking care to keep the rock, ortree, or thicket between them and theirenemy, until they are at a distance. At least a dozen of these birds broke fromtheir cover, but neither Bill nor myself had. a chance for a shot. So we went on, greatlyexcited, however, by the game we had was not long before we met writh anothercovey of partridges, and firing at random, Ikilled one of them. Great was my exulta-tion, for I had never killed a partridge be-fore ; and, beside, I had shot it with my new 22 WIT BOUGHT. gun; and, more than all, Bill, who was expertat every kind of sport, had as yet met withno success. As I picked up the bird, stillfluttering in my hand, and held it out to mycompanion, I imagine that I felt of as muchconsequence as Bonaparte did, when he hadconquered the Germans in the field ofAusterlitz.
Size: 1843px × 1355px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1880, bookidwitboughtorn, bookyear1887
