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obtained; and, lastly, "a good dose" is required to bring 

 it to the ground. 



Accidents, and those of a serious nature, sometimes 

 occur at the Lek-stalle ; for, when at early dawn the 

 fowler is stealing on the Capercali in a bent position, a 

 brother sportsman similarly engaged may take him for a 

 bear or other wild beast, and send a ball into bis body, 

 many instances of which are on record. 



In connection with this subject I subjoin some lines by 

 the late Bishop Tegner, the great northern bard: — * 



Green liuuter I load 



Your rifle now : 



Your stealthy road 



Wiuils o'er the mountain's brow 



To yonder swanii^.s. 



Yet is it time : night's starrj- him]is 



Suiile on the eartli ; youn<; love lies warm 



Cradled in Spring's fond arm. 



Hush 1 hush : hush ! 



Birds, like joy, are full of Tear, 



^Vakeful love can danger hear : 



Cree]>ing, slow, 



Softly go : 



Hark ! tliey are stirring in tlie bnsh. 



See, how the night 



Fades, dies away 



In morning grey ; 



While streaks of light 



Land and sea are callLng u[» ; 



Day is red on the hill-top : 



But underneath, 



The dales, the groves, are dark as death. 



*■ From " Specimens of tJermau and Swedish Poetry." Translated by 

 .J. E. D. Bethuno. Publislied bv .John Murray. 184S. 



