TO 



MY VENERABLE FATHER, 

 HENRY DAVIS, 



WHO IN HIS EIGHTY-SECOND YEAE 



IS STILL 



THE ARDENT SPORTSMAN 

 FROM WHOM I EARLY LEARNED TO LOVE 



THE ROD AND GUN, 

 THIS NARRATIVE IS DEDICATED 



AS A 



SLIGHT EXPRESSION OF THE FILIAL AFFECTION 

 OF THE AUTHOR. 



