66 GAME-BIRDS AT HOME. 



the sleepy bark of the gray squirrel stretched on 

 some big limb, the red and white of the wood- 

 pecker as he rose and dipped in wavy flight, or 

 lines of bluish gray where wild pigeons shot 

 through the openings. Prince seemed to think 

 there was something, though by the intent gaze 

 he kept upon the landscape at large he showed 

 himself uncertain of the exact location of it. 

 After inspecting the scene a few moments with 

 slowly-waving tail, he licked his chaps with an 

 air of great satisfaction and moved slowly on. 

 Then he swung off to the right a bit and then to 

 the left with nose high upraised, then came to a 

 sudden stop and set his tail and upraised foreleg 

 as if never to be moved again. Behind him a 

 few paces stood the other dog, equally motionless 

 and showing by his wild stare that he smelt the 

 game himself. 



Game was so plenty in the early days of Min- 

 nesota that courtesy was cheap. It was also 

 more fun to see a tyro perform than to shoot a 

 bird yourself, especially when it was apt to be 

 the old bird which no one wanted. So the two 

 strangers, neither of whom had ever seen a 

 "chicken" or seen a dog point, were told to go 



