THE ‘‘QUAIL’’ 59 
has fairly closed in upon us, their prospect for 
food must be slight indeed, and, knowing this, 
Bob White takes no chances. In most cases 
the birds for stocking our covers have been ob- 
tained from southern localities, which fact 
would seem to argue a less fitness to endure 
the rigors of our winters. If the experiment 
were to be tried with birds procured from the 
northern part of the habitat of the Quail per- 
haps the result would be more satisfactory ; 
surely there would be a larger percentage to 
survive the winter among those that remained 
with us. It is probable that such birds could 
be successfully transplanted here, needing only 
a chance to forage in some buckwheat field dur- 
ing the two coldest months. (Just notice how 
rarely a Quail is found frozen to death with 
a full crop.) At all other seasons they would 
surely be bountifully supplied with everything 
necessary to Quail comfort. ‘‘Bob White’’ 
has been successfully transplanted into Sweden, 
and it certainly seems as though he ought to do 
as well in northern New England. But where 
we have failed Dame Nature is doing better, 
and little by little these birds are becoming ac- 
customed to our climate and conditions and are 
