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cross a small valley, and on the way over 



this boggy piece, B got a couple of 



snipe, wiping my eye handsomely over 

 both of them. For the next quarter of an 

 hour, though we passed over some likely- 

 looking holding ground, not a point did we 

 get nor a feather did we see. Working 

 upwards, Moll at length pegged birds, and 

 out of about a dozen which rose, we each 

 got a brace. The birds here were evidently 

 more numerous than we had hitherto found 

 them, for in a comparatively short time we 

 had added four-and-a-half brace to our bag. 

 Time was also flying, so we headed straight 

 for lunch, and en route, both Moll and Darby 

 got independent points at the same moment. 

 This was an embarras de richesse, but the 



difficulty was solved by B serving Moll's 



point, and I attended to Darby. The result 



was a brace of birds to B , and I got a 



single old cock which got up with an awful 



