a The Partridge Family 



can "quail," the interesting fact remains — there's 

 no such bird. 



If at the time of this writing there be true quail 

 alive and free in the United States of America, 

 either the birds or their immediate ancestors have 

 been imported. The quail of the Bible story, the 

 heaven-sent meat to the famished, was a true 

 quail, but the bird is not a native of this country. 

 And, in passing, it may not be out of place to 

 remark that latter-day scientific knowledge only 

 sustains, as it does in so many other instances, 

 the absolute truth of the ancient record. Under 

 conditions likely to prevail at a certain season of 

 any year, great flocks of migrating quail not only 

 might, but probably would, act as did their ances- 

 tors in days of old. 



Nor is such a reference out of place in a sports- 

 man's book. A true sportsman must be a true 

 gentleman, and a true gentleman surely will not 

 forget his Host while enjoying to the full the 

 feast of good things and the glorious beauty of 

 the place of entertainment provided for him. We 

 of the generous craft, whose very name binds us 

 to honorable deed and fair speech, — we who by 

 virtue of that craft get so near to what is fairest 

 and cleanest of earth, — shall we forget } 



Some years ago an earnest but misguided at- 

 tempt was made to introduce a true quail — the 

 migratory variety. Sportsmen of different parts 



