THE SHARP-TAILED GROUSE, 9 1 



could not make the dog go ahead to retrieve. 

 He would only back out and swing around to 

 leeward to pick up those that had fallen on the 

 sides. And then he would swing back before 

 entering the center again. 



The twentieth century will sneer at the nine- 

 teenth as we do at the eighteenth. But I am 

 satisfied that my lot was cast in the nineteenth. 

 It is good enough for me. 



