QUAIL SHOOTING. 189 
score of years, and yet, as I gaze fondly, admiringly, at 
the birds, I can distinctly recall happy hours spent 
among them. ‘Time does not dim, but rather adds, to 
the memory of the past, and childhood’s days arise be- 
fore me so clear, indeed the happiest of them all, when 
I pursued these birds with hickory bow and feathered 
arrows. 
