go FROM SPRING TO FALL. 



hills can be seen, but the birches on the knots of 

 sandstone, and the alders lower down, only show 

 like large blots through the warm mist that damps 

 one like rain. As I make my way up the large 

 hollow, from the opposite side some large birds 

 rush overhead through the mist. They are black- 

 game making for that side of the hill which the 

 sun has just lit up. 



Another glimpse may be had of them presently, 

 feeding on their favourite spots, the dark damp 

 peat patches, if fortune favours ; for it is a difficult 

 matter, even at short range, with a good glass, to 

 distinguish them as they glide like shadows with 

 arched backs and their heads and tails down, 

 among the dark peat lumps and hollows. A black- 

 cock seen on the green turf of the moor is a very 

 imposing-looking bird, but when on the peat patches 

 he is almost invisible. No one but a forester or 

 a keen-eyed naturalist would pick him out there. 



I ask my companion if any one kills the birds at 

 times. 



" No, not as I knows on," he answers. " What 

 for ? They're most outlandish sort o' critters, ain't 

 em ? cutting capers and flourishing about as they 



