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Bob JVhite, the Game Bird of America. 



my liking in this most enjoyable of field sports ; in which occupation 

 may next season find you, my sportsman reader, who, though now 

 weary and city-worn, will then forget your uncertain triumphs and 

 petty vexations, when, 



" Full of the expected sport, your heart beats high 

 As, with impatient steps, you haste to reach 

 The stubbles, where the scattered grain affords 

 A sweet repast to the yet heedless game. 

 Near yonder hedge-row, where high grass and ferns 

 The secret hollow shade, your pointers stand. 

 How beautiful they look! With outstretched tails, 

 With heads immovable and eyes fast fixed; 

 One fore-leg raised and bent, the other firm, 

 Advanced forward, presses on the ground ! " 



