230 SHOOTING THE PARTRIDGE 
Stetchworth, Babraham, Ickworth, and Culford, 
with many another fair manor within the triangle 
of country which lies between Cambridge on the 
west and Thetford and Bury St. Edmunds on the 
‘east, testify, by the rents they command, to the 
magic value which the nurture of the little brown 
bird can bring to the land. Beyond, to the east, 
Elvedon and Merton, Riddlesworth and Wretham, 
Henham, Benacre, Sudburn and Rendlesham keep 
up their records, while past Lynn or Norwich, 
Sandringham and Houghton, Gunton and Melton 
lead you still farther north, to where, under the 
November moon, the earliest woodcock, making for 
Swanton Wood, dashes his weary breast against the 
light of Cromer, or the rare hooper, drifting with the 
snowstorm from the Arctic Circle, finds his first rest 
under the walls of mighty Holkham by the North 
Sea. 
Dear as all this region is to the shooter’s heart, 
favoured by soil and bracing air, there is many 
another county in England and Scotland where he 
for whom the partridge affords the favourite form of 
sport can find material in plenty ready to his hand. 
In Scotland, Wigtown—long ago matched, with 
Lord David Kennedy as champion, against Norfolk 
and Mr, Coke—Kirkcudbright and Dumfries, Rox- 
