WOODCOCK II (J NUNC IN NEW YORK STATE 



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apparently thinking- himself out of dan 

 ger. Then again, lying so close that 

 the color of his plumage blended so 

 with that of his surroundings that he 

 made himself apparently invisible. 

 Being quite an advocate myself of 



piles which laid along the edge of rm 



alder patch, we carefully worked the 

 dog in that direction, and were soon 

 rewarded by seeing the dog come to a 

 riged point at the vd^c of the alder 

 patch. There, alongside of one of the 



CERTAINTY 



taking- game with the kodak rather 

 than with the gun, I often combine 

 both the sports and slip a kodak in 

 my pocket when going hunting 1 , al- 

 though I must admit that most of the 

 pictures taken have been of the dog 

 rather than of game. However,, on one 

 occasion this fall while out hunting 

 with a companion of mine we chanced 

 to flush a woodcock, and, marking his 

 flight in the direction of some brush 



brush heaps, stood Mister Woodcock, 

 quite in the open, yet it took several 

 seconds to distinguish him. The bird 

 seemingly more interested in watching 

 the dog, rather than ourselves, allowed 

 himself to be hastily photographed be- 

 fore seeking another hiding place, and 

 I must say, that for those few seconds 

 the camera afforded more pleasure than 

 the gun would have in bringing to bag 

 such a handsome creature. 



TO THE SOUTHLAND 



By IRENE POMEROY SHIELDS 



South ! South, all the wild geese are flying 

 South ! To the South land whispers my heart 



Song birds are flown and flowers are dying, 

 Why should I linger in sadness apart ? 



South ! South ! Mingled perfumes are blending, 

 Birds to their nesting, bees to the bloom, 



Moonbeams and star-gleams, sunshine unending 

 Why linger longer in sadness and gloom? 



South! South! There is joy in the living, 

 Nature is lavishing gifts fit for kings, 



Soul, let us share in her bounteous giving ; 

 Drink for our healing from magical springs. 



