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work about and push out a woodcock almost 

 with his nose. But, though It is not six 

 yards from me, I only hear the flap ! flap ! 

 and see nothing. I know what it is, though, 

 and If I didn't the dog would tell me ; for 

 these dogs, though clamorous on pheasants, 

 are mute on cock. A little further on, 

 another, or perhaps the same one, rises in 

 a clearer spot, and I pocket him with much 

 satisfaction. 



At last only a little piece of covert is left, 

 so we two go on quietly to the end and have 

 it brought up to us. It is blank, though, for 

 these wild pheasants are bad to drive. 

 When the dogs reach us, they become very 

 busy, however, and presently up jumps a 

 fine hare between us, and I miss her, or 

 perhaps not quite, which is worse, for she 

 gets away. Then we turn to our right, and 



