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would expect from the nature of the ground, 

 they are sometimes to be found there. On 

 such ground, of course, a bag is not to be 

 expected ; half a dozen head Is a good day's 

 work, even In September, for the par- 

 tridges often go out of bounds, being mostly 

 bred on the northern edge of the moor, 

 where it adjoins cultivated land. 



One bright mornlnor not longr aeo, R. and 

 I, with a beater and two dachshunds, arrived 

 at the corner of the ground about ten o'clock. 

 The first bit to be beaten is the edge nearest 

 us — oak covert. I take the outside, and R. 

 a ride in the wood, the beater and does 

 working between. Before long there is a 

 yap ! yap ! Three pheasants rise right in 

 the fence, and I bring one down with a 

 shap-shot as he swings round a young tree. 

 R.'s gun is silent ; they have passed him out 



