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UPLAND GAME BIRDS 



about the Quail is of killing it, for a few ounces of meat on the 

 table. Because of its few pitiful mouthf ills of flesh, two mil- 

 lion gunners and four thousand lawmakers think of it only as a 



BOB-WHITE. 



bird to be shot, and eaten! As a result, throughout the greater 

 portion of its former range, the Bob-White is surely and cer- 

 tainly on the verge of total extinction; and now many state 

 game commissions are vainly trying to supplant it by the 

 Hungarian partridge — because the native Quail "can't live." 

 And sportsmen gravely discuss the "bag limit" and "enforce- 



