an old bird that your setter is trailing, his 



actions are a curious mixture of cunning and 



G%e O/'Beec/i fascination. As Old Don draws to a point, 



^Pa'fr/'d^e the grouse pulls himself up rigidly by a 



^|b^ stump and watches the dog. So both stand 



like statues; the dog held by the strange 



instinct which makes him point, lost to sight, 



sound, and all things else 



save the smell in his nose ; 



the grouse tense as a fiddle- 



string, every sense alert, watching the 

 enemy whom he thinks to be fooled by 

 / his good hiding. For a few moments 

 they are motionless ; then the grouse skulks 

 and glides to a better cover. As the strong 

 scent fades from Don's nose, he breaks his 

 point and follows. The grouse hears him 

 and again hides by standing still where he is 

 invisible ; again Don stiffens into his point, 

 one foot lifted, nose and tail in a straight line, 

 as if he were frozen and could not move. 

 So it goes on, now gliding through the 



