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Sportzell and Beauty broke into a race to get the birds, 

 which they retrieved tenderly and eagerly. Thus we 

 brought down our first birds of the season. 



The remaining portion of the covey had been seen to 

 scatter, and we knew it w^ould be of no avail to try to follow 

 them. Birds of a scattered bevy are hard to find. Good 

 authorities say that when they alight after they have been 

 frightened, they remain quiet and compress their feathers to 

 the body, which results in withholding the scent, and so it is 

 wise before attempting to hunt them to give the covey time 

 to reassemble and get over their fright, so they won't lay so 

 close to earth and withhold scent. 



Volumes have been written about birds, but the Bob 

 White member of the bird family cannot receive too much 

 attention. He is a worthy subject. I would that I were 

 able to adequately portray the kindly feelings I have in 

 writing to the credit and glory of the Bob White, the king of 

 his race, and who is, in the opinion of many, the best bird 

 tlhat flies. He has brought more rest and recreation to the 

 tired business man, more new life and vim to impatient and 

 nervous humanity, than any other single agency of nature, 

 and that is saying a great deal indeed, for Nature abounds 

 in game worthy our attention and appreciation, to say the 

 least. 



CALL NOTES OF THE QUAIL: 



The nuptial call note in the field of the cockbird is an in- 

 fallible guide to its identity, but this familiar challenge, 

 which sounds to the sportsman like "Bob White,' 7 "Bob- 

 Bob-White," and to the farmer like "more wet," or "no 

 more wet," is by no means the only note of the species dur- 

 ing the breeding season. 



The observer will probably hear the cock whistling 

 "Bob White!" and as he still calls, approaches the nest. 

 When within perhaps fifty yards of his mate he utters the 

 rally note, so thrilling to the sportsman's ear, "ka-loi-kee," 



