IDYLLS OF BIRD LIFE 
After reaching York we walked about two miles until we arrived 
at the farm of a relative where we intended to do our hunting. 
The place was called Highwood, a very appropriate name, 
considering its wooded hills and undulating fields. Highwood 
is one of the most ideal spots near town and appeals to all who 
have the love of outdoors at heart. The house, which is used as 
a Summer home for the family, is situated on a little knoll over- 
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looking a small creek. A rustic bridge crosses the stream and 
leads up to the house of the tenant. On the east and west were 
large cornfields, while here and there amongst the stalks, a 
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golden pumpkin showed a yellow face. The creek which ran 
past the house widened down below, and formed a little, trans- 
parent pool in a ravine, which was bordered by locust and 
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willow trees. 
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As soon as we reached the cozy house, we built a roaring 
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fire in the old-time fireplace, to warm ourselves. Having as¬ 
sembled our guns, we filled our pockets with shells, and were 
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ready for our first experience with a shotgun. I almost forgot 
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to say, we took our pointer, Toby, with us, for we had seen sev¬ 
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eral bevies of quail in the coverts north of the house, during 
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the previous Summer. 
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