FOWL SHOOTING. 
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No stop, no drop of ocean brine, near stool, nor blue light tory, 
Our travelling watchword is, 4 our mates, our goslings, and our glory P 
Symsonia and Labrador for us are crowned with flowers, 
And not a breast on wave shall rest, until that heaven is ours. 
Hawnk! hawnk! E—e hawnk!” 
And here I was about to follow the above with a description of 
my own, of battery shooting, as practised in the Long Island 
bajs, but especially in the neighborhood of the Fire-Islands; 
but in hunting up the spirited versicles quoted above, in an old 
number of the Turf Register, I hit, by accident, on an extract 
so strikingly correct and graphic, that I have not been able to 
refrain from quoting it, although I cannot give the name of the 
author, who has rejoiced to subscribe himself by the euphonious 
title of a sockdolager. 
“ Reader—gentle we will not term you, as the epithet is so 
completely identified in our mind with the idea of a spruce 
young gentleman, his locks redolent of Oil Maccassar, and his 
digits invested in primrose-colored kid, that we will not insult 
you by applying it—reader, then, have you, in your various 
wanderings over this habitable globe, ever enjoyed one of the 
most exciting of all amusements—a good day’s wild-fowl shoot¬ 
ing % If such has been your fortune, does not the sight of the 
engraving at the commencement of the present number recall at 
once to your recollection many an excellent day’s sport 'i Can 
you not fancy yourself once more at Jem Smith’s, on Fire-Island, 
lying in your boat, your finger on the trigger, and waiting with 
a beating heart for the approaching flock to decrease the dis¬ 
tance by a few yards more, before you open into their close 
column a raking fire from your heavy double-barrel. We know 
that you can, and therefore shall leave you to fight your battles 
o’er again, and plan future campaigns against the unsuspecting 
Ducks, while we charitably proceed to enlighten the under¬ 
standing of your less gifted fellow-student with a few remarks 
on the science of wild-fowl shooting. 
“ The principal place for the enjoyment of this sport in the 
neighborhood of New-York, is Long Island ; and from Montauk 
to Jamaica, the southern coast being deeply indented by bays 
