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woodcock flew past a cover where one of the wood- 

 men was watching for rabbits. He mistook it for a 

 large hawk with a quarry, fired at it, and killed his 

 bird. To his astonishment, when he went to pick it 

 up, he found he had shot a fine female woodcock and 

 her young one. By the way, this member of the 

 scolopax family trots about a great deal at night in 

 very dry places as well as wet ones ; for one fine 

 fellow contrived to walk into a rabbit-trap set on the 

 top of a splashed bank, where, of course, he was 

 captured. 



Our woodmen used to say, " When we wants a 

 thing we has it ; " and it was certainly the fact. 

 They had no vulgar poaching practices, and they 

 made no fuss, but they managed to get what they 

 wanted. Where are those two inseparables now, I 

 wonder, — such fast friends, yet so different in char- 

 acter,— "Wild Toby" and "Thirsty Chub"? or, as 

 he was still more often called, "Drouthy Chubby." 

 Wild Toby was a clever fellow, who could turn his 

 hand to most things, — a good musician and a good 

 singer, and of handsome appearance, too. As he 

 was wont to observe, "he couldn't live nohow if he 

 didn't go on the root now and again." Fur, fish and 



