EMOTIONS OF A RED

PARTRIDGE

  

IARTRIDGES, you know, go
about in bands, and nestle
together in the furrows, to
rise at the least alarm, scattering them-
selves on the wing like a handful of
grain when one is sowing. Our par-
ticular company, which was gay and
numerous, had settled on the verge of
a big wood, with spoil and capital
shelter on both sides. So ever since I
could run and had been full-fledged and
strong I was well pleased with the life.
At the same time there was one thing
which rather disquieted me,-and that
was the famous opening of the shoot-