Rod and gun . ived and congratulated onthe workmanlike appearance of my dogs. Two of my companions were men withwhom I had shot some years and thethird a tenderfoot, a splendid shot (atthe traps) and a good fellow who waskeen upon his first chicken shoot—sokeen indeed that he wished to be in ateverything from the checking of thedogs to attending upon their comfort inthe cars. I noted that he did not leavethe baggage car until he had softenedthe hand of the baggage smasher, en-suring in that way that nothing such asfalling baggage, etcetera, should injurehis four footed friends who were to pro-
Rod and gun . ived and congratulated onthe workmanlike appearance of my dogs. Two of my companions were men withwhom I had shot some years and thethird a tenderfoot, a splendid shot (atthe traps) and a good fellow who waskeen upon his first chicken shoot—sokeen indeed that he wished to be in ateverything from the checking of thedogs to attending upon their comfort inthe cars. I noted that he did not leavethe baggage car until he had softenedthe hand of the baggage smasher, en-suring in that way that nothing such asfalling baggage, etcetera, should injurehis four footed friends who were to pro-vide his sport during the next few days. Almost immediately after the trainhad pulled out was heard the first callto luncheon, a welcome soimd as bust-ling around to get dunnage, guns, dogs,etcetera aboard gave us the best of saucesfor luncheon—appetites. .All sorts of shooting reminiscenceswere indulged in during the meal and sointerested became the Tenderfoot that hesadlv neglected his luncheon though he. A DAY WITH THE PRAIRIE CHICKEXS IN ALBERTA did look at times as thoii,s;h he thoughtwe were trying- to pull his leg. After luncheon and a comfortablesmoke we collected our duffle at the rearend of the car, the train only stopping afew minutes and allowing no time to belost. As soon as the train slowed up Imade my way forward to the baggage carto see that the dogs were lifted out andnot yanked oflf in such a manner as toinjure them on the hard platform. Thestation agent, who is a lover of dogs, as-sisted me in this work which was man-aged very well between us. As the train pulled out we were the re-cipients of many wishes for good luckfrom sportsmen who were going furtherdown the line—good wishes which wereturned with interest. Just then I re-ceived a hearty slap on the back andturned to greet the Captain who had notonlj made our arrangements for us butalso come to give us a personal welcome. Exchanges of greetings were followedby the all important question How arethe c
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