An Autumn Outing in Nebraska. 



fine for good shooting ; but we found snipes enough to keep up 

 the interest. About 6 o'clock we straggled back to the wagon, 

 hitched up, drove up town to Jim's stand and loaded him and 

 his decoys in just as the October sun was sinking behind the 

 western hills. On counting our game we found we had thirty- 

 five birds fifteen ducks and twenty snipes. 



The trip home was shortened by songs and stories. When 

 Jim pulled up at the gate he said: "Boys, divide my birds 

 among the party; I didn't go for game." Compare this, brother 

 shooters, with some liverymen who ask two prices for a team, 

 try to get all the best shooting, and then at night try to sell 

 you their birds for four times their value. It was 8 o'clock when 

 we got into the house, tired and hungry, but what a supper we 

 found awaiting us, and what a pleasure to eat and rest after 

 having spent the day afield ! 



How much real enjoyment a man loses in life who is not 

 a lover of this noble sport. This was my last shooting on this 

 trip. On Monday my wife and I boarded the train for home, 

 and I returned to my work stronger, better and happier for 

 the trip. 



American Field. 



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