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tliink not to approach them here, — if you can 

 see them how much more do you yourself loom 

 up? At the first attempt to get within range 

 away goes every bird in sight with a loud chorus 

 of whistling derision, flying a hundred yards, 

 alighting to run as much farther and then be- 

 ginning to feed with watchful eye upon the 

 stranger, each ready to leave in an instant. 



A western friend tells me of the method of 

 hunting Uplands in his country, on the prairies : 

 a comfortable way of gunning in hot weather. 

 Two or three men drive in a wagon over the 

 grass ground to approach the birds, which will 

 generally allow a team to come quite near. 

 When the birds begin to show signs of uneasi- 

 ness the sportsmen jump out and blaze away. 

 Our westerner thought that it might be a good 

 plan of campaign for New England, but one trip 

 was enough to change his mind. The rugged 

 nature of our country and the prospect of lifting 

 the outfit over a stone wall or picking the horse 

 off a barbed wire fence every few minutes some- 

 what upset his theories before the day was over. 



I wish to note a circumstance which to me 

 seems quite unusual: on one plover excursion 

 my companion and I saw an Upland rise from 



