pis DUCK-SHOOTING. 
One of the attachés of our club-house, without 
whom it would be deprived of many pleasant fea- 
tures, and who is a remarkable and eccentric 
character, is called Henry—a Canadian Frenchman. 
He possesses the lightheartedness, the honesty 
and trustworthiness of that peculiar class, with the 
strongest prejudices against mean and underhanded 
actions and those who are guilty of them; he is, in 
his own obstinate way, devoted to the service of 
those who enjoy his esteem. Animated with strong 
dislikes, he is barely polite to those who have ex- 
cited his distrust, while he will do anything for his 
favorites. He is a good shot, and thoroughly ac- 
quainted with the marsh and the habits of the 
birds, but on no terms will he make any sugges- 
tions as to the most promising localities. To the 
question, no matter how casually or confidingly 
uttered : 
“¢ Well, Henry, where had I better go, to-day? ” 
He will respond, looking you calmly in the. face, 
and in a slightly admonitory tone: 
“You know I never give advice, sir.” 
His greatest favorites can obtain no more satisfac- 
tory answer, and in fact not much information of 
any kind, from him in relation to the flight or 
haunts of the birds. He appears to have dis- 
covered that knowledge worth having is worth 
working for, and is resolved that every man shall 
be his own schoolmaster, He has quite an insight 
into character, and appreciates the members of the 
club and their peculiarities. 
