The First of September. 13 



under a wall or hedge with a north-easter whistling into your left ear, and as 

 the Russians — I heg pardon, partridges — come on at a splitting pace up to 

 the entrenchments, a rolling fire along the whole line salutes them ; or you 

 fly the gentle kite — and it does tame the hirds, I admit, with a vengeance. 

 I have often almost trodden on them ; and at times you may nearly pick 

 them up in your hands ; and though these methods may be necessitated by 

 the overstock of birds and their exceeding wildness, and though oftentimes 

 the bag made is five times as large as we used to make, yet still I cannot 

 help saying that I think the old style was infinitely preferable ; and if it did 

 not make quite as good shots, it made better sportsmen. 



A BONA-FIDE TKAVELLEK. 



