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TE. 4 CHING BUSTER HOW TO REST! 
Continued from page 18. 
“Why in the world didn’t the wretch finish 
the job, instead of leaving that poor creature 
in such misery?’’ was Buster’s indignant com¬ 
ment. 
“It was not the squirrel’s purpose to kill his 
victim,’’ I replied. “We have just witnessed 
an incident in the theory of the ‘survival of the 
fittest.’ The winning combatant merely acted 
upon an instinct as old as creation which 
prompted him to emasculate a weaker member 
of his species, Nature’s provision for main¬ 
taining the propagation of a strong and hardy 
race.’’ 
Buster was dumbfounded. For a moment he 
gazed at me with incredulity plainly depicted 
upon his countenance; seeing that I was in 
sober earnest, he could only ejaculate: 
“Wonderful! Wonderful!’’ 
An instant later he leveled his gun and sent 
a charge of No. 6 shot into the chattering ani¬ 
mal, remarking: 
“Your triumph was short-lived, anyhow.” 
We plunged through the dense underbrush 
for three-fourths of a mile into the forest when 
I made a discovery which led me to call a halt. 
It was the fallen, half-decayed trunk of a one¬ 
time forest king, and at intervals along its sur¬ 
face were smooth spots, indicating that some 
sort of friction had worn away the moss with 
which the remainder of the surface was covered. 
“Did you ever hear the drumming of a 
partridge?” I asked. 
“Yes, and I’ve often wondered how it was 
done,” replied Buster. I assured him if he 
would bring himself to remain perfectly quiet 
for an half-hour or thereabouts, the chances 
would be quite favorable for the gratification 
of his curiosity. He readily acquiesced, re¬ 
fraining for once from asking what I based my 
theory upon, thereby demonstrating to my sat¬ 
isfaction his growing confidence in my tutelage. 
Withdrawing to a dense thicket three rods dis¬ 
tant where, while concealed ourselves, we com¬ 
manded a clear view of the log, we entered 
upon what proved to be a tiresome wait; in 
fact, Buster had whispered that his backache 
preponderated his curiosity, and we were on 
the point of terminating our vigils, when a 
fine, large partridge settled upon the log in 
direct range of our vision. 
For a moment the bird stretched its neck, 
peering with acute vision in various directions, 
as though investigating for possible danger; 
then, riiffiing its feathers and spreading its 
wings to their fullest extent, it settled upon one 
of the smooth places on the log and proceeded 
to drum. The vibrations were very rapid, the 
motions producing that peculiar, deep-booming 
sound familiar to every forest traveler in the 
autumn days. Following a few seconds of this 
sort of performance, the bird would rest a half¬ 
minute. then renew the drumming. After three 
or four repetitions there was a much longer 
interval, the silence of which was broken at 
last by an answering boom, which Buster 
thought was close at hand, whereas the drum¬ 
ming of a partridge is one of the most decept¬ 
ive sounds in nature: it was not only impos¬ 
sible to estimate its distance, but its direction 
as well, so far as human perspicacity is con¬ 
cerned, but the faculties of the birds are much 
keener. The truth of this was demonstrated a 
moment later, when the partridge was joined by 
a companion, presumably the one whose re¬ 
sponsive signal we had heard. The partridges 
greeted each other, then hopping from the log, 
proceeded to dust themselves in a nearby 
wallow. . This effected, they resumed their 
positions, on the log and set about preening the 
feathers which the drumming and dusting had 
ruffled. 
Buster’s supreme interest in the performances 
of these grouse did not dispel the instinct to 
slaughter, latent in all humans when brought 
into contact with nature’s undomesticated ani¬ 
mals, and he brought his gun into position for 
a shot. In so doing, however, the barrel came 
in contact with a dry twig, which snapped 
sharply,- and the birds were off in the twinkling 
of an eye. 
