52 SHOOTING: 



Till one draws on the scent, then should his mate 

 A fixture stand, and further orders wait ; 

 He closer draws, and now, point-blank he stands ? 

 ' TohoT he's motionless and waits commands. 

 ' Hie in, my Hector !' soon his master cries ; 

 Joy then is seen apparent in his eyes, 

 As he feels certain that the game should rise. 

 His master fires, he drops to charge, and then- 

 Some Shots would say he was a specimen ; 

 But hie them off again, to find out whether 

 They drop to hand, his word must go for feather y 

 And also see they do not break their fence, 

 For that will be of serious consequence. 

 Again, when call'd to heels, they ought to come, 

 And never tear their game ; the trial's done. 

 If thus they act, it proves they're broken well,. 

 He'll have a heavy price, before he'll sell ; 

 And well he may, perfection is so scarce,. 

 That to expect it almost seems a farce. 



