STOEIES ABOUT BIKDS. 195 



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EOPLE in some parts of the country 

 call the bird which is represented 

 in this engraving, the partridge. 



;' Throughout New England, and in some 

 other parts of the country, however, it 

 goes by the name of the quail, and I shall give 

 it that name in my stories. I know this bird 

 well. When a boy, I was well acquainted 

 with its haunts. Near my father's house was a 

 beautiful meadow, and a little beyond, divided 

 by a stream of water, which ran laughingly 

 along over its bed of white pebbles, was a 

 forest. There I used to set my trap for the 

 quails, that sang "more wheat," when my 

 father thought they had stolen already more 

 than he well knew how to spare. Poor fel- 

 lows ! I never could forgive myself for the 

 havoc I made among them. They were great 



