REV ERIES. 5 
summer time on the islands, among the willows, birch 
and maple, pushing himself along with youthful im- 
petuosity and strength through the brush, over fallen 
logs, perspiring under a July sun, seeking the saucy 
woodeock. We see the bird escape from behind an old 
pile of driftwood, dart to the top of the nearest tree, hear 
the report of the gun, see the cock dart for the ground 
again, then run skulking away to hide, while chagrin 
is depicted on that young face. With setter he once 
more finds the secreted bird ; we see the bird rise again 
to glide over the tree tops; hear again the report of the 
gun but instead of the bird darting to the ground, run- 
ning and hiding, the air is sprinkled with floating feath- 
ers, the bird falls a victim to the youthful hunter’s care- 
fulaim No look of chagrin and disappointment now 
o’erspreads his face. Instead, his eyes sparkle with 
brillianey, a quiet smile of confidence and satisfaction 
plays around his mouth, as he fondly pats the head of 
the setter who brings to him the dead bird. Perspir- 
ing and thirsty, he walks over the fallen brush, among 
willow twigs, and doffing his hat seats himself on an 
old stump at the water’s edge. Ever on the alert, he 
glances up and down the stream, knowing that a pair 
of green-winged teal may drop in unannounced. A 
dark shadow flits before him ; looking hastily around, he 
sees alighting in the soft mud within thirty feet of him, 
a magnificent woodcock. Mirabile visu! He now has 
an opportunity to watch unperceived this sagacious 
bird. The sun shining on its dusky plumage, the 
woodcock appears in all its wild freedom. It looks up 
and down the shore, gently shakes itself, then, as if 
an ardent admirer of its own beauty, struts backward 
and forward; now it delicately inserts its bill into the 
