. Upland game birds . head, the clean-cut profile, expressive eyes, lips parted in muteexpectancy, complete as perfect a picture of — A bench winner, did you Man! what are you talking about ? Shesworthy of the bench all right — shed adorn ittoo ! but did I really describe her according tothe pointer standard. Ye gods! well, anyhow,theres no sense keeping her standing there. The remaining figure looks like a tramp in itsdingy garb, but it feels like a king for the momentat least. The apple of its eye is the grand whitedog; the crab-apple of its other eye is the crouch-ing female to the ri
. Upland game birds . head, the clean-cut profile, expressive eyes, lips parted in muteexpectancy, complete as perfect a picture of — A bench winner, did you Man! what are you talking about ? Shesworthy of the bench all right — shed adorn ittoo ! but did I really describe her according tothe pointer standard. Ye gods! well, anyhow,theres no sense keeping her standing there. The remaining figure looks like a tramp in itsdingy garb, but it feels like a king for the momentat least. The apple of its eye is the grand whitedog; the crab-apple of its other eye is the crouch-ing female to the right; while the glory-about-to-be to both eyes is yet hidden in the stubble. Boo-oo-oo-m ! A big bird roars up, and the manstarts violently and rocks backward two inches outof plumb, for instead of the expected chickenhe sees a fantail with a broad velvet band whichis unmistakable. The way that gun remembersand gets into action is a marvel to see, and thebird goes down, despite its speed, not thirty-fiveyards THE RUFFED GROUSE STRUTTING Some Glimpses of Grousing 135 The other figures stanchly hold their points,and a low, eager whisper says, Good — give it tothem! Boo-00-Boo-oo-r-r ! One, two, a third, rise andrush for the cover, which the first and secondare doomed never to reach. The gun seems tobe a live thing, going down, breaking, and spittingout empties of itself and fairly reaching for moreshells. Then — Boo-oorr ! again and again, thena general explosion, and half a dozen birds areflung into the air at once. Hasty fingers workin vain this time, for no man living has a licenseto load after a ruffed fellow has started. Theman in question is half rattled by his amazinggood fortune, and for the moment he forgets thatthe lemon-headed dog is wise as serpents are sup-posed to be, and that he is still propped. Says the man, as he half turns, Littlewoman, Ive shot ruffed grouse from ahem! toHalifax, but this is the first time ever I tackledem in Paradise! Why! if Id
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