BRANT SHOOTING. 



This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. 



— Midsn »i mer-Xighl' s Drea m. 



O let me chronicle the story of a week's sport — 

 " well carried, "" I think — on r^Ionomoy Island, 

 Cape Cod, Mass. A week of atmospheric somer- 

 saults; a week of rain, snow, hail, sleet, thunder with 

 vivid lightning, and extreme cold. And yet in spite of 

 the exposure — twice a day wading a thousand yards to 

 our shooting boxes, (guided by stakes a hundred yards 

 apart, while we couldn't see from one to the other through 

 the fog or sleeting snow) sitting in the box, at times over 

 our knees in water, the waves dashing over it and slap- 

 ping down the back of our neck, with the thermometer 

 hugging close to the freezing point — I sa}-, despite all 

 this, it was a week that will be fondly fastened in my 

 memory ; a week full of adventure and novelty : any 

 quantity of ozone ; plent}^ of superbly prepared sea food 

 for sustenance, and a superbly prepared appetite and 

 digestion to handle it. It was also a week of total blank 

 so far as any news of the outside world was concerned. 

 No letters, no newspapers, no telegrams to side-track our 

 attention or upset our equanimit}^. For once, business 



