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 Roebuck Shooting in Bohemia 



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" If there's a Heaven upon this earth, 

 In Bohemia it lies." 



O said Longfellow's " Bold Bohemian." 



It was the music of his native land that 

 he boasted about 



"There the tailor blows the flute, 



And the cobbler blows the horn, 

 And the miner blows the bugle 

 Over mountain gorge and bourn." 



One does hear a good deal of music there, cer- 

 tainly. Generally it proceeds from a wheezy old 

 barrel-organ, that plays curious airs, which never 

 sound properly finished off, and are intensely irritat- 

 ing in consequence. 



To the sportsman, however, Bohemia is indeed a 

 Paradise. The lordly red deer roams through the 

 forests. The wild boar still roots contentedly in 

 the swamps. The great capercailzie sits in spring 

 upon some favourite pine-tree, and goes off into his 

 annual fits of passion ; whilst the blackcock makes 



