210 FEATHERED GAME 
think not to approach them here,—if you can 
see them how much more do you yourself loom 
up? At the first attempt to get within range 
away goes every bird in sight with a loud chorus 
of whistling derision, flying a hundred yards, 
alighting to run as much farther and then be- 
ginning to feed with watchful eye upon the 
stranger, each ready to leave in an instant. 
A western friend tells me of the method of 
hunting Uplands in his country, on the prairies: 
a comfortable way of gunning in hot weather. 
Two or three men drive in a wagon over the 
grass ground to approach the birds, which will 
generally allow a team to come quite near. 
When the birds begin to show signs of uneasi- 
ness the sportsmen jump out and blaze away. 
Our westerner thought that it might be a good 
plan of campaign for New England, but one trip 
was enough to change his mind. The rugged 
nature of our country and the prospect of lifting 
the outfit over a stone wall or picking the horse 
off a barbed wire fence every few minutes some- 
what upset his theories before the day was over. 
I wish to note a circumstance which to me 
seems quite unusual: on one plover excursion 
my companion and I saw an Upland rise from 
