FEATHERED GAME 
ade no returns. But we are on the old ledge 
more open cover at last. Scarcely have we 
sared the denser growth when the dog comes 
a halt. A warning glance at his master and 
: commences trailing. Through the thickets 
hich straggle away from the main body of the 
oods,—advanced guards creeping out among 
e rocks,—down into the junipers below, on 
1d on, stopping here and there to point as the 
rd halts, ever careful lest he start the game 
0 soon, waiting until his master gains a place 
here he may shoot if the bird rises. Aha! 
rozen for keeps! Just the tip of his white 
ern showing past the green wall of the juni- 
ars. Whir-r-r-r-r! Bang! Bang! ‘‘Da—er 
-Thunderation!’’ Away scales Mr. Grouse, 
topping down the hillside like an arrow slant- 
ig earthward after a flight. Near the foot he 
irns and careers out over the tops of the trees 
) disappear among them three hundred yards 
way. ‘‘Well, little dog, a good pointer and a 
ood gun are clean wasted on such a master. 
‘ut how should I know he would throw a sum- 
versault like that? Both loads went yards 
ver his back and I defy anyone to have pointed 
