does not fit Pacific Coast conditions? We have none of your brown- 

 coated or be-mottle-vested song-thrushes to trill us their operatic com- 

 binations, nor if we had them could we furnish forth a tall hickory for 

 musical perch. And where are your noble redmen, and your cloistered 

 forests, your turkeys and your ruffed-grouse? Nowhere a memory of 



WII^D TURKEY. 



Meleagris Gallopavo. 



another generation and another land only, not to say fiction, since that 

 word had best be reserved until we come to the scaling of your fish." 



Ah, my friend, you and the sportsman are not cast in the same mold, 

 are hardly of the same world. To his sensitive and appreciative sight 

 a thousand beauties are revealed unseen of others. His ear is attuned 

 to harmonies only for those born while "the morning stars are singing 

 together for joy." 



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