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swamps, as well as the profusion of snipe 

 with which they abound. 



The whole of Picardy, Lower Nor- 

 mandy, and Lower Brittany, are literally 

 swarming with them. It would, there- 

 fore, as I have before said, amply repay 

 the enthusiastic lover of wild-fowl shoot- 

 ing to take a trip to Abbeville in the 

 winter. A more favoured spot for this 

 species of amusement is not to be found. 

 The distance is nothing — in fact, but a 

 two-days' journey from tlie Tower stairs. 

 If the amateur start from London in the 

 morning by the steam-boat, he will arrive 

 at Calais in the evening, and the follow- 

 ing day, the Paris diligence will set him 

 down at the Titty de Buff, (as I once heard 

 an accomplished country-woman of mine 

 call the T^te de Bceuf,) at Abbeville, in the 

 afternoon. 



As a matter of course, he will visit the 



