LABRADOR JOURNAL 367 



When broadside to you, and his Head is down, 



Aim at his Heart, but, and he drops your own. 



Observe, no Ball will kill these Creatures dead, 



Save such, as strike the Spine, the Heart, or Head. 



Struck in those mortal parts, Death quick comes on; 



But wounded elsewhere, sick, he will lie down; 



There let him he: anon, with cautious tread. 



Steal softly up and shoot him through the head. 



But shou'd it chance the Deer keeps open ground, 



"VMiere, to approach him, shelter is not found. 



And, Night now near, you cannot longer wait, 



Tr>' this device, it may draw on his fate : 



Full to his view, and motionless appear; 



This oft excites him to approach you near. 



He then will stop, to take a careful view; 



Be ready with your Gun, and level true. 



If the voracious Wolf shou'd please you more, 



All sandy beaches you must well explore. 



Chiefly, by Lakes, or by a River's side; 



(In Summer, in the Woods themselves they hide;) 



Be careful not to walk along the Strand, 



But at convenient places there to land. 



His tracts discover'd, seek some snug retreat. 



And patient lie, till with your Came you meet. 



A Wolf alone, is not your only chance; 



Perhaps a Bear, or Deer may soon advance. 



For various reasons, when the water's low, 



AU Beasts along the Shore delight to go. 



If safely hidden, you have naught to mind. 



But, that your Game shan't have you in the wind. 



When August comes, if on the Coast you be, 

 Thousands of fine Curlews, you'll daily see: 

 Delicious Bird! not one with thee can vie! 

 (Not rich in plumage, but in flavour high) 

 Nor Ortolan, nor Cock, with trail on toast. 

 Of high-fed Epicures, the pride and boast! 

 Young Geese too now, in numbers croud the shore; 

 Such are the Dainties of our I-ahkador. 



If you wou'd wish witli Hares 1o sport awhile, 

 You're Hure to find them on each barren isle: 



