1891.
Nov. 6
(No. 3)
Concord, Massachusetts.
Concord, Action & Carlisle. - I flushed it again in
some oak scrub and by a snap shot brought it
down wing-broken. Don pulled its tail out in
catching it.
[margin]Woodcock shooting[/margin]
  Returning to the wagon I lunched and then
drove to the graveyard in Carlisle. In the extreme
upper end of the cover under the locusts Don
suddenly came to a point.  I stepped up to him
when a Woodcock rose within five feet of his
nose and flew inward through the brush giving 
me a hard shot which I missed. Following this
bird I flushed it a second time among oak scrub.
It went directly up through the leaves, and again
I had a most difficult chance, again missing.
After looking for it several minutes along the line
which it had taken I came out into an opening
full of young pines. / Among these Don flushed
the Woodcock. It had previously whistled shrilly
but this time it rose in perfect silence and
flitted off among the trees curving its wings downward
in a peculiar manner. I could have shot it
easily enough but I took it at first for a 
Fox Sparrow and did not recognize it fully until
just as it was disappearing. It went only
about 50 yards and I quickly  found and
started it a fourth time when it went
off in the usual way whistling loudly / but
giving me another hard shot which I
missed. I could not start it again nor
did I see anything else in these covers.
[margin]Woodcock rises in silence after two whistling flights.[/margin]
  At 3 P.M. I started for the "haunted house"