SUCCESSFUL SHOT. 
US 
Had its open wings just ceased to vibrate for a 
moment that one might catch a better glimpse 
of their imperial purple, green and gold ? And 
the Bohemian wax-wings, too — exquisite little 
beauties ! Did the murmur of the stream, flow- 
ing just below the window, alone prevent their 
voices being heard ? 
To those who knew the history of those 
perched within that room, they were interesting, 
not only from their beauty and associations with 
Arctic storms, but also as reminders of an unusu- 
ally fortunate shot. I cannot tell how it hap- 
pened — only it did— a flock of them came into 
Mr. Maxwell’s garden one day, and Mrs. Max- 
well killed thirteen of them with one discharge 
of her gun ! 
It was in May, but it had been snowing for 
nearly twenty-four hours, a light, feathery snow, 
that would have been rain had Boulder been two 
or three thousand feet lower in altitude. Elevated 
positions have, as all who occupy them testify, 
their peculiar disadvantages. One of those at- 
tendant upon living so near heaven is, that its 
clouds are manufactured just over your chimney- 
top, and you have their contents first-hand, which 
is very likely to be in some kind of frozen condi- 
tion. Flowers appear in Colorado, on sheltered, 
sunny slopes, in February, but that is no sign the 
visits of snow-storms are over. By no means ! 
