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him In my hand. A two-year-old cock, in 

 magnificent plumage, and turning the scale 

 at three pounds and a quarter — very good 

 for a rinof-neck. 



At the end of this field is a brake of some 

 score years' growth, and in a minute the 

 doofs find. But this time it is a rabbit, 

 and loud - mouthed they go straight down 

 to the old breeding earth. This does 

 not interest me, so I walk on, and enter 

 another lot of fields below. Not far on a 

 cock partridge is calling loudly, but ceases 

 as he becomes aware of the panting dogs 

 rejoining me. As I go, a cock pheasant 

 rises with a tremendous fuss in an adjoining 

 field, whereas the other two had got up 

 quied), almost like hens. As I come to the 

 gate by the brook, something runs up the 

 field and then rises — a hen pheasant. But 



