IDYLLS OF BIRD LIFE 
Just then Dad called out that Toby had another point, and 
this time Bud got a chance to show his skill; he was not equal 
to the occasion, however, and Dad brought down the brown 
beauty with his second barrel. Now we were all anxious to get 
a rabbit, and as we were crossing the creek, one was started 
from under a brush pile. This time Bud got a kill, and Dad said 
it was one of the prettiest shots he had ever seen. Bud was more 
astonished than I. He attributed his achievement to luck. 
It was beginning to snow, and this made the furuall the 
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merrier from our point of view, but Dad said this would end 
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our quail shooting and he generally knows what he is talking 
about. His conclusion proved to be correct, for we saiw no more 
quail that day. 
It was about 11 o’clock when we started for the house, 
and on the way thither, Dad bowled over a line rabbit 7 that — -—LJj 
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seemed to be going a mile a minute. When we reached the 
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house the fire was still burning, and having replenished it, we 
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pleasant ones of a day’s hunt. Tired and hungry, we sat down 
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would hardly tempt us, and then talked of the sport we had en- 
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