198 THE JONATHAN PAPERS 



fields and byways; there are times when it 

 seems best of all to be still in the heart of 

 the woods, on the wide hill pastures, in the 

 deep grass of the meadows. But not in the 

 fall! Is it a breath of the migrating instinct 

 that makes us want to be off and away, to go, 

 and go, and go? Yes, fall is the time for the 

 hunt gay, boisterous fall, rioting in wind 

 and color to keep up its spirits against the 

 stealthy approach of winter. And whether we 

 shoot well or ill, whether our game pockets are 

 heavy or light, no matter what the weather 

 we find or the country we cross, it is all good 

 hunting, very good. And at night we come in 

 to a blazing fire, feeling tired, oh, so tired ! and 

 hungry, oh, so hungry! and with soul and 

 body shriven clean by wind and sun. 



