VII 



Seth Fielding's First Lesson in 

 Battery Shooting 



The fowler ever finds some new delight, 



Amid the varied scenes that nature spreads ; 

 Far from the tumults and the clash of life, 



Thro' all her loveliest haunts, rejoiced he treads. 

 Oft where the breezy bay outspreads its sheet 



He lurks in ambush 'mid the russet reeds, 

 Or from the floating battery stealth'ly peers 



To mark the shallows where the bluebill feeds." 

 Haunts of Wild Game. 



llGHT slowly slipped 

 away, and when the 

 gray period of early morn 

 was but a half-hour in 

 advance of dawning 

 time, Captain Grieb stole softly from his 

 cabin couch toward the heap of tarpau- 

 lins, intent upon rousing little Adam, 

 his youthful helpmate ; but ere the old 

 man had gone forward farther than the first 



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