13. COMMON QUAIL OF EUROPE (C. COTURNIX). FEMALE. RATHER 

 THAN HALF NATURAL SIZE. PHOTO FROM LIFE BY THE AUTHOR. 



nent naturalization is open to question. If 

 one will compare this bird with Bob White 

 he will see how very different is the Old 

 World Quail from our Colins, or any other 

 birds of this country called 'quail'; but that 

 it resembles these more nearly than the Euro- 

 pean Partridge, Perdix cinerea, does ; so that, 

 if we must borrow a -name from any Old 

 World birds for our species of Colinus, Lo- 



phortyx, Callipepla, etc., the term 'quail' is 

 rather more appropriate than 'partridge.' " 



The sexes differ somewhat, while in both 

 the prevailing colors are whitish, buff, black 

 and various shades of brown. 



Whether there are any of these quails at 

 large in the country at the present time I am 

 unable to state; it would, however, be inter- 

 esting to know of this fact. 



Was It Buck Fever? 



By GEO. H. WALLACE. 



VERY good friend of the Out- 

 er's Book was asked the question 

 not very long ago, whether he 

 ever had buck fever, and if he 

 was ever really scared while in 

 the pursuit of big game. He 

 was a man of perhaps thirty-five, tall and 

 well built, and descended from several gen- 

 erations of a pure strain of "the fighting race." 

 His father was a fighter both with the 

 "shillalay," and the old muzzle loading Spring- 

 field. With the former he could crack a skull 

 at close quarters at the fair in Derry as fast 

 as opponents cared to present themselves, and 

 with the latter he could make life, while it 

 lasted-, a horrible nightmare for any of his 

 friends, the enemy, as far as he could dis- 

 tinguish a gray or a butternut uniform, and 

 it was but natural that the gift of fight and 



the incentive to bring home the bacon should 

 be handed down to his son of whom this 

 sketch is written. 



As a preliminary answer to the question, 

 he settled himself a little more in the chair, 

 tipped his hat back on his head, and threw 

 one foot up on the corner of the desk. He 

 sighed once as a prelude, folded his hands and 

 gazed absently at a stuffed duck on the mantle 

 and admitted: 



"I have heard old soldiers and young ones 

 too, some of those that liberated Cuba and 

 the Philippines from the safe confines of 

 some training camp in 'the states' say that 

 they were never scared in the presence of 

 the enemy, be it a she grizzly with her 

 cubs, or a troop of cavalry bearing down on 

 them, four to one, with a pistol in each hand 

 'and a sabre in the other,' and guaranteeing no 



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