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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-sldlle ; 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 hunter ! load 



Your rifle now : 

 Your stealthy road 

 Winds o'er the mountain's brow 



To yonder .swamps. 



Yet is it time : night's starry lamps 



Smile on the earth ; young love lies warm 



Cradled in Spring's fond arm. 



Hush! hush! hush! 



Birds, like joy, are full of fear, 



Wakeful love can danger hear : 



Creeping, slow, 



Softly go : 

 Hark ! they are stirring in the hush. 



See, how the night 



Fades, dies away 



In morning grey ; 



While streaks of liijlit 



O 



Land and sea are calling up ; 



Day is red on the hill-top : 



But underneath, 



The dales, the groves, are dark as death. 



"' From " Specimens of German and Swedish Poetry." Translated by 

 .1. K. D. Bethune. Published by John Murray. 1848. 



