INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



of open prairie covered with tall grass fur- 

 nished feeding spots for large flocks of ducks 

 and geese. When the attention was not too 

 much absorbed with larger game, one might 

 frequently hear the jacksnipe emit its peculiar 

 whistle as it shaped a zigzag course in its 

 flight. Other game was in less abundance. 

 I engaged an old "red bone" to act as my 

 guide. Legrand the name by which I will 

 introduce the new acquaintance was really 

 a Creole, but was said to have a cross of 

 Indian blood, just enough to enable him to 

 detect signs which escape the common eye. 

 A faithful, quiet, uncomplaining man, but 

 an excellent hunter according to his lights, 

 Legrand had no liking for the new-fangled 

 notions of modern sportsmen. He could 

 crawl through the brush or long grass with 

 all the stealthiness of a cat, every sense alert, 

 and in spite of wet, cold or any kind of dis- 

 comfort would doggedly stick to his task 

 until his game was secured. To this old- 

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