GROUSE AND WOODCOCK SHOOTING 109 



be dull work for the reader, however, were I to tell of the 

 manner in which this grouse was killed, how that wood- 

 cock missed — how they rose or how they fell. But 

 plenty of game was met with, and the sport enjoyed 

 amongst the feather and fur of the forest by my Canadian 

 friend and myself on that delightful Indian summer after- 

 noon was all that could be desired. 



