. Western field. hickets of the hills. I think that those birds of mine wouldhave nested and reared their young birdsin the next season had I been able to havethe exclusive care of them during all theyear, so that they would have become wellacquainted with their keeper and in nowise frightened by his approach or by hismovements among them. Around many ranch homes of the South-west there are recognized bands of quail,augmented by their natural increase fromyear to year, and more stringently protectedby the owners of these ranches than theyever could be by any set of game coveys as the
. Western field. hickets of the hills. I think that those birds of mine wouldhave nested and reared their young birdsin the next season had I been able to havethe exclusive care of them during all theyear, so that they would have become wellacquainted with their keeper and in nowise frightened by his approach or by hismovements among them. Around many ranch homes of the South-west there are recognized bands of quail,augmented by their natural increase fromyear to year, and more stringently protectedby the owners of these ranches than theyever could be by any set of game coveys as these are never shot over;they come to feed with the chickens andthe pigeons, their cries fill the shrubberyand they fearlessly dot the lawn with ani-mated bits of life. To my mind such acollection of wild birds as this remainingin and around my grounds from choice andnot from compulsion, would be infinitelypreferable to many caged birds or to anyquantity of the half-domesticated, sheep-headed pheasants I have WESTERN FIELD FROM UNDER THE BIRCH CANOE VV/HAT is the eloquent song of the VFrom under the birch canoe?Varying notes in their myriad it no meaning for you? What say aim Summer day? Lapping and lipping, paddle a* dipping, Of languorous laziness leisurely sipping. Bare are the moments of care. Life is fair. Soft silken sunshine in satiny hair. My Lady lies cushioned framed. Youths in its prime! Entrancing, and dancing dark eyes are enhancing A beauty recalling the olden romancing. So murmurs the song in mellifluous rhyme. What does it say In the rapids wild spray? Splashing and dashing, through foam fiercely crashingThe hand must command lest the craft go a boil, currents coil, intently we while frothing jaws all about us we we fly, do or die, the shore races byTwist and turn, waters churn, now grazing rocks burnOn our side. Ah.—at last we have left it astern!This is the paean the rolling waves cry. What does it say Ne
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