180 FEATHERED GAME 
many such there are in our memory! Away on 
the wings of the breeze goes the thought of the 
note which falls due next week—gone from 
mind for the first time since ’twas given—and 
crowding in its wake go a thousand petty vexa- 
tions of business. Unfortunate that mortal who 
cannot count some of these happy days among 
his experiences. It is a lasting gain—this day— 
for the pleasure of a shooting trip is not all in 
the moment of action; full often by our winter’s 
blaze we live again our happy days afield, afloat; 
recall deep craft or sylvan lore displayed; some 
shorebird music deftly played; headwork by dog 
or shooting skill undue recalls the day and so 
its joys renew. 
In the earlier part of the season the different 
bay birds, the beetleheads, the goldens, yellow- 
legs, turnstones or curlews are found each in 
its chosen grounds. In the marsh is where 
your luck may bring you a goodly bag of Yel- 
low-legs; in these luxuriant tangles of rank- 
growing grass lurk the rails, whose celerity and 
swiftness of foot more than atone for any ap- 
parent weakness of wing. Here in the colder 
weather when the frosts have dulled the bright 
greens of the grass, changing them to the yel- 
