192 Trails to Woods and Waters 



" Here, stop, you'll kill him," shouted Ben, 

 starting to the assistance of the vanquished 

 cock. 



At the sound of his voice the victorious cock 

 rose in air with a roar of wings and went sail- 

 ing down the aisles of the May woods with the 

 speed of an express train. 



We went to where the apparently lifeless 

 partridge lay, and Ben picked him up. He 

 did not even flutter and to my untutored 

 mind he was stone dead. 



" Guess he won't fight any more, Ben," I 

 said, feeling bad for the poor bird. 



"His heart still flutters," replied Ben. 

 " We'll take him down to the brook and 

 sprinkle a little water on him, and I guess 

 he will be as good as new, but it will rather 

 astonish him when he comes to, to see what 

 company he is keeping." 



So we took the apparently lifeless bird to 

 the spring and Ben sprinkled his head with 

 water and then laid him on the grass to see 

 what would happen. 



After a few minutes he fluttered feebly and 



