A DAY'S SPORT ON GRINDSTONE ISLAND. 



CHAPTER IV. 



A DAY'S SPORT ON GRINDSTONE ISLAND. 



LET me try to sketch a day's sport to be had on these 

 charming little islands. To do this, I do not know that I 

 can do better than to give an extract from my journal. 



TUESDAY, Aug. 20, 1878. As I arose and opened my 

 window the soft notes of the Blackbreast Plover were borne 

 faintly to me by the morning breeze. The air was crisp and 

 cold ; and although the sun was shining brightly, a strong 

 wind still continued, making it impracticable to try and reach 

 the shooting-ground by boat ; so after a hearty breakfast we 

 harnessed up our little horse and started around by road, a 

 distance of about four miles. As we passed in and out of 

 the clumps of woods, numbers of birds were constantly to be 

 seen, filling the air with their cheerful little songs. Robins, 

 Snowbirds, and Blackpoll Warblers appeared to be the most 

 common species. Numbers of Sparrows were incessantly 



