82 SHOOTING : 



He to the bag will be ; if within range 

 He rises to your gun, it will be strange 

 If you don't drop him ; he so tardy flies, 

 And such a target shows he mostly dies. 

 With plumage shining black, and forked tail, 

 Tis vast delight to see majestic sail 

 Betwixt the earth and heav'n his showy form, 

 The simple mountain scenery t' adorn ; 

 The hen is brown. To Scotland, Derbyshire, 

 Hampshire, or Devon, if you would desire 

 On wing these birds to see, you'll need to go, 

 And seek them where the heaths in plenty grow, 

 Near to the stubbles ; I have also found 

 In hedges some, in parts where they abound. 



In the New Forest, Devon, Somerset, 

 The law allows that wheresoe'er they're met, 

 When the ninth month begins, they may be slain ; 

 In other counties, it is stated plain, 



