1892.
Nov. 1
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord.  A gray day with "high fog" through which the
sun shone dimly at times. Warm with light E. wind.
  Off at 9 a.m. taking Don and the gun but with
no intention of hunting, my chief object being to
look over Bow Meadow and Clark's old woods with
their owner who accompanied me. We finished this
business early in the forenoon, however, and to pass
the time remaining before dinner, for which I was to
return to the house, I rambled first through the
Boulder Field and then into Ash Swamp when
Don came upon the trail of running Quail and
finally overtook & pointed the bevy under a wild
apple tree on the edge of some tall alders. Looking in
ahead of him I saw four or five birds squatting or
rather sitting on the ground with their heads raised.
The next instantly they rose and I killed a young
cock with my first barrel missing with the second.
I did not follow the bevy which contained only seven or eight birds.
  Returning  over nearly the same ground without seeing
anything more I turned into the Estabrook road
and had nearly reached the buggy when a Partridge
rose from the side of the road and mounted straight
upward to a height of about thirty feet turning
half around during this ascent and after
passing above a small pine descending sharply on
the other side. When I reached the spot from
where it flew another sprang within a rod
of me going straight away. I fired through
twigs but brought feathers & the bird stopped