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of the upland plover, wildest of all game-birds, as he rises at a safe 

 distance and speeds his flight to far-off hills. A little later, in the 

 season, large flocks of golden plover will stop on 

 their way south and make it lively for the grass- 

 hoppers, which now rise before us in 

 clouds at every step and scatter away 

 in uncertain flight be- 

 fore the wind. 



THE CLl'B-HOUSE AND 

 STANDS. 



Our brisk walk soon brings us 

 to the edge of a little fresh-water 

 lake, separated from the sea by a 

 -*-'■-■" narrow shingle beach, where we take a skiff and row 

 over water as clear as crystal itself to the landing at the 

 other end. The bottom of this lake is covered with a 

 growth of aquatic vegetation, which seems as though it might harbor 

 sufficient insect life to feed millions of fish ; while in the shallows 

 water-lilies grow in profusion, their dark-green leaves crowding each 

 other on the surface, leaving scant room for the snowy petals to shoot 

 up and unfold themselves. Some years ago, the club placed several 

 thousand young trout in the lake, but they did not appear to thrive, 

 or, rather, they disappeared mysteriously ; whether they escaped 

 through some under-ground outlet to the sea, or whether they fur- 

 nished food to the enormous eels which inhabit these waters, is a 

 question difficult of solution. The lake is now stocked with black 

 bass, and the experiment bids fair to succeed. 



