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FRANK FORESTER’S FIELD SPORTS. 
“ In August, 1832, I reached the delightful little village of 
Dennisville, about eighteen miles distant from Eastport. There 
I had the good fortune to become an inmate of the kind and most 
hospitable family of Judge Lincoln, who has resided there for 
nearly half a century, and who is blessed with a family of sons 
equal to any with whom I am acquainted, for talents, persever¬ 
ance and industry. Each of these had his own peculiar avoca¬ 
tion, and I naturally attached myself more particularly to one 
who, ever since his childhood, manifested a decided preference 
for ornithological pursuits. This young gentleman, Thomas 
Lincoln, offered to lead me to those retired woods, where the 
Spruce Partridges were to be found. We accordingly set out 
on the 27th of August, my two sons accompanying us. Thomas, 
being a perfect woodsman, advanced at our head, and I can as¬ 
sure you, reader, that to follow him through the dense and 
tangled woods of his native country, or over the deep mosses of 
Labrador, where he accompanied me afterward, would be an 
undertaking not easily accomplished. We, however, managed 
to follow our guide the whole day, over fallen trees, among 
tangled brushwood, and through miry ponds ; yet not a single 
Grouse did we find, even in the places where he had before seen 
them ; and great was my mortification when, on our return, 
toward sunset, as we were crossing a meadow belonging to his 
father, not more than a quarter of a mile from the village, the 
people employed in making hay informed us that about half an 
hour after our departure, they had seen a fine covey. We were 
too much fatigued to go in search of them, and therefore made 
for home. 
‘ 1 Ever ardent, if not impatient, I immediately made arrange¬ 
ments for procuring some of these birds, offering a good price 
for a few pairs of old and young, and in a few days renewed my 
search, in company with a man, who had assured me he could 
guide me to their breeding-grounds, which he actually did, to 
my great pleasure. These breeding-grounds I cannot better 
describe, than by telling you that the larch forests, which are 
here called 4 Hackmetack Woods,’ are as difficult to traverse 
