SNIPE SHOOTING. 103 
“ Mark, Ned,” said I, directing Don to start it up. 
He jumped almost over the bird, flushing it, when I 
missed it clean, Ned wiping my eye. This did him lots 
of good, and he took especial pains to call my attention 
to it several times during the day. We worked the 
marsh both ways, crossing and recrossing, to give the 
dog the benefit of the wind all we could. Feeling we 
had enough for one day, about seventy, and intending 
to come again, we started for home, after being snugly 
tucked under the robes. The evening air was delight- 
fully cool and refreshing, after our hard tramp in the 
sun. 
Ned broke the silence as follows: ‘“ When I first 
saw that dog of yours, Will, I formed a mighty poor opin- 
ion of him. I think he knew it, the way I acted to- 
ward him. Right here, and in your presence, I want 
to apologize to him.” 
Saying this, he caught Don by the nose, looked into 
his upturned face, and said, * Don, I am mighty sorry 
if I have hurt your feelings, if you were of the feminine 
gender I would call you a ‘ Daisy,’ but being of the op- 
posite sex, you area‘ Dandy.” At this Don sneezed, 
caused by Ned holding his nose high in air. Ned smiled 
and acknowledged it as au acceptance of his apology 
on the part of the dog. 
Then, turning to me, he said, ‘“ What do you know 
about snipe? Where can they be found; that is, in 
what countries other than this, if any?” 
“Why, Ned,” I replied, ** Wilson’s snipe derived 
their name from the great ornithologist and naturalist, 
Wilson. There are no birds so universally scattered 
over the face of the globe as this same corkscrew gen- 
tleman. He is found in China, having been seen in the 
