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o-rin, which becomes broader than ever 

 when at the next turn they meet the other 

 keeper peering out to see " who's arter 

 his birds." The poHteness of his "Good- 

 morning " is most crushing. A couple more 

 birds are seen as they coast the southern 

 boundary ; but nothing is done till they 

 reach the edge of a bit of low cut cover. 

 Through this the dogs are run. A dozen 

 pheasants rise and go on unfired at ; but one, 

 who Is audacious enouo^h to rise hlorh and 

 try to sail back towards a wood over the 

 march, is collapsed with a broken wing. 

 Marked down he is, of course, missing, but 

 the dogs draw up the line. Keeper follows, 

 and two hundred yards up the cover he finds 

 the dead bird. 



" I feel I could do some lunch," says 

 master, and off they go homewards. 



