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UPLAND SHOOTING. 



of manhood touch the chords of departed years, and his 

 heart vibrates with the memories of those days, gone for- 

 ever, but engraved for life upon his mind, never to be 

 effaced; and so it is that every experienced hunter 

 loves some particular bird best. The foundation on 

 which is built his love was formed in years gone by; for, 

 if the pinnated grouse, the vision of the past is before his 

 ,eyes the boundless prairies he visited and settled on in 



early days, the constant 

 presence of these birds, 

 their booming cries in 

 early spring, the pursuit 

 of them in autumnal days, 

 and their most excellent 

 flavor. 



Another mind reverts to 

 a time when there floated, 

 in sweet, delicious strains, 

 through the dewy morn- 

 ing a plaintive "Bob 

 White, Bob White,'' and 

 silvered fields were white 

 in shrouds of frost, while 

 dogs were racing in 

 fevered anticipation of 

 secreted game. While another, whose heart is softened 

 by the sweet solitude of pathless woods, is bound, by the 

 strongest ties of early affection, to the bosky wood, 

 beneath whose silent trees his very being has time and 

 again been startled into feverish excitement, -as the ruffed 

 grouse sprang from its hiding-place, or when, in stealthy 

 silence, he has tried to draw himself into faintest obscurity 

 on hearing the distant gobble, or the nearer "put, put," 

 of the much-prized wild turkey. And so it is that to 

 assemble a body of sportsmen, each individual would 



