AMATEUR PHOTO BY E. P. WORCESTER. 



WELL HIDDEN. 

 Winner of 28th Prize in Recreation's 7th Annual Photo Competition. 



ing his first grouse, the point per- 

 fection and the pup my own. 



We all forgot the bird until it 

 flushed a few yards from the mo- 

 tionless dog. Charlie, who was not 

 dazed with pride, since, poor fellow, 

 he had no claim on Foss, fired first. 

 If ever I wanted to kill a bird it was 

 at that moment ; but I was almost as 

 well pleased when the dog dropped 

 instantly to shot. Told to fetch, he 

 brought the bird quietly to me, and 

 I handed it to Charlie. We all patted 



and praised Foss, and our farmer 

 friend was fairly enthusiastic. 



"By George, boy!" he exclaimed; 

 "you've got a dog with hunting 

 sense and yet willing to be told. 

 That's a rare combination and he 

 ought to make a world beater." 



In 7 days' shooting, thereafter, my 

 2 companions and I killed 24 grouse 

 in that woodland. In all that time I 

 did not have to speak a chiding word 

 to Foss. There will never be enough 

 money coined to buy him. 



Some men of a Grand Army corps 

 Went down where the wild surges rorps, 



To watch for a whale 



Or a sou' wester gale, 

 But they all fell asleep on the s.horps, 



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