. Feathered game of the Northeast . earth—but no,—abending of his body, a sudden spreading of hiswings when only a foot from the ground and healights upon his feet as gently as ever thistle-down rested upon the summer sea. A waryglance about him, and satisfied that all is well,he begins feeding. Now after him! Across the narrow creekwith its slippery, shaky edges, and thebrown water hurrying seaward with the fall-ing tide. Carefully, now! It is deep pointer plunges in and with half a dozenrapid strokes gains the other side. Bal-ancing on grassy hummocks which quiver be-neath your trea
. Feathered game of the Northeast . earth—but no,—abending of his body, a sudden spreading of hiswings when only a foot from the ground and healights upon his feet as gently as ever thistle-down rested upon the summer sea. A waryglance about him, and satisfied that all is well,he begins feeding. Now after him! Across the narrow creekwith its slippery, shaky edges, and thebrown water hurrying seaward with the fall-ing tide. Carefully, now! It is deep pointer plunges in and with half a dozenrapid strokes gains the other side. Bal-ancing on grassy hummocks which quiver be-neath your tread you follow him. Fifty yardsahead there is a small pond-hole, marginedabout with black mud and short, red-toppedgrass, and this, you are sure, is his journeysend. The dog is well in advance, going alongwith a springy, slashing stride, but he pullsup short, almost turning a handspring in hissudden stand. You approach and wait, withnerves a-tingle, for the bird to flush, then orderyour dog on, only to find that he will not f-z D o UPJ Q- z CO QOOO WILSONS SNIPE 141 At this you beat up tlie grass in front and oneither side, quartering in all directions, but stillno Snipe, and in wonder and disgust you aretempted to give it up, your faith in your favor-ite sorely shaken. But the dog stands firm, andjust here you plunge thigh deep into a hiddendrain-hole. Seaipe! Scaipe! Up betweenyour feet with startled squeak springs the ob-ject of your search. Away like a streak the lit-tle gray imp goes, darting, dodging and zig-zagging, now right, now left, and all the timeadding to the distance between himself and thethreatening danger. You wrench yourself upto the solid ground with a desperate effort andpull yourself together, for it will never do nowto let him get away unscathed, and when bysome unaccountable accident you Hustle him down wi a slug in his wing,(for they do sometimes blunder into a chargeof shot), before he is added to the collection inyour game bag let us look at
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