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GRADUATING IN WOODCRAFT. 



We hear the cry 



Of their voices high, 

 Falling dreamily through the sky ; 



But their forms we cannot see. 



flUST as the sportsman loves " rough 

 \l^ shooting," so the poacher invariably 

 chooses wild ground for his depre- 

 dations. There is hardly a sea-parish in the 

 country which has not its shore shooter, its 

 poacher, and its fowler. Fortunately for my 

 graduation in woodcraft I fell in with one of the 

 latter at the very time I most needed his in- 

 structions. As the " Snig," as I was generally 

 called, was so passionately fond of " live;" 

 things, old " Kittiwake " was quite prepared to 



