250 RECREATION. 
flushed and flew in the direction of Po- 
land China who marked them down for 
us. 
They lit in heavy cover and as we lined 
up behind the 5 dogs we felt sure that 
bunch of hens was done for. We were all 
used to this kind of business; were all 
good shots; knew when a bird flushed 
which one was to shoot, and we did not 
make mistakes. With us, to shoot out of 
place and to kill another man’s bird was 
an offense never to be forgiven. 
We started the dogs and the birds com- 
menced to get up on all sides. I doubt 
if anyone ever saw a better piece of dog 
work performed. With everything to 
tempt a dog, birds flushing and falling on 
all sides and 4 men shooting as fast as 
they could load, not a dog broke in or 
touched a bird, although Bob had evil 
designs on a cripple, toward the last. Not 
a bird got away to tell about the slaughter 
and after the massacre we picked up 32. 
This put us all into good humor—even 
Berkshire—and we all returned to the 
wagon. After loading in the dogs we 

HE TIED BOB IN WATER UP TO HIS EARS TO 
COOL HIM OFF. 
started fom the creek for ya mest andi 
lunch. The mention of lunch brought to 
mind the fact of the lunch basket and its 
torn cover. Poland China then said Bob 
might run to pay for his little diversion. 
To even up matters Bob cruised around 
until he jumped a skunk, and after a short 
but sharp set-to, returned to the wagon 
looking for Poland China and sympathy. 

Again a few remarks from Berkshire 
about hyenas and rat terriers. After 
reaching the creek Poland staked Bob out 
in. water Up to nis» ears: aton coolm ott 
We unhitched, rested an hour or so and 
listened to Berkshire’s tales of the way 
he and Pete killed game when they went 
out alone. 
After our rest we left Shote with the 
team to follow later, and started off 
THEN THERE WAS MORE WAR. 
on foot. Berkshire and Poland China 
took the higher land and Suffolk and 
Scrub Hog the bottom; and right here is 
where these 2 made their great record. 
The boys on the high ground struck birds 
at once, and for the next 2 miles sent 
bunch after bunch into the heavy grass of 
the bottom, where the other boys had a 
pudding. Fan found a bunch for Suffolk, 
and when he and Scrub Hog came up the 
bunch proved to be an old cock that ran 
like a race horse. In an endeavor to get 
ahead of him and turn him back to gun 
Mike cut in too close and flushed him 
nearly out of range. Suffolk tried for him 
but only broke a leg and he lit a short dis- 
tance ahead. Mike found him and when 
he was told to go in and flush, up jumped 
a whole bunch,and the boys fanned the air. 
A few minutes later the boys on the hill 
flushed a bunch and 20 of them flew 
into the bottom. Mike found them and 
the fun commenced. The first bird up 
Scrub Hog missed with his frst, and Suf- 
folk, thinking Scrub Hog’s second barrel 
had snapped, shot the bird over on Hog’s 
side. Before Hog had a chance to kick, 
