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WILD SPAIN. 



5 a.m. preparatory to an early attack on the greylags. A 

 strong west wind howled across the waste, whistling 

 through the cracks of roof and rickety window-frames — 

 favourable omens — and before the sun rose we were far out 

 in the marsh, lying concealed on the furthest projecting 

 points of dry land. Then, as the approaching dawn set 



PAXXIER-PUXY AXD GAME. 



the wildfowl in motion, the half-lit skies were serried with 

 hurrying files, and the cold air resounded with the cries of 

 the various ducks and geese. Our luck this morning was 

 hardly so good as expected, but four guns brought in 7 

 geese, 21 teal, and 8 mallards. 



