Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1893-05-12

NIT anybody to get near ". Once
however, he attempted 30 steal upon q
solitary bustard, thinking that II had
teen wounded perhaps and was lag
ging behind the rest Of the flock
He ordered Tresor 10 keep behind
him and babe me not TO stir CharR
Ing his gun with buckshot, he
turned to the dog aud exclaimed in n
low voice. Back, backl" Then, COW
ering as low as possible, he advanced
cautiously upon the bustard.
Tresor would not crouch down,
but assumed gait something like
that of a handy legged person, wag
ging his tail and holding one Of his
lips between his teeth. ! couldn't
keep still any longer, and followed
my father and Tresor, crawling care
fully all the way. But the bustard
wouldn't allow us to get within 300
yards; it started ON q run first. then
Tapping its wings flew away. Ire.
sor made bound forward and stared
at it. /, too, looked at with such
a disappointed heart. Couldn't it
have staid just little longerl We
should certainly have killed the bird.
One day ! started with my father
to go hunting. 1t was on the eve of
st. Peters day. At that season Of
the year the young partridges are
still very small, and my father would
not shoot any. He therefore en-
tered patch Of oak trees situated
on the edge of a ryefeld, where you
were always sure to find quail. AS
it was rather difficult to cut the
grass in this piece Of wood, it had
been allowed to grow freely and had
attained a great height. Myriads of
flowers, vetch, clover, harebell,
mouse ear and sweet william throve
there in abundance. Whenever ]
came to this spot with my sister or
the maidservant, / carried home
whole armfuls, but when in the
company of my father ! did not
think of picking flowers ! consid
cred that occupation unbecoming
sportsman.
Suddenly Tresor came to stop
My father made signal to me to be
cautious. Right in front of Tresor
hen quail rose and few off. But she
flew in a strange manner, turning
and Jtumbling over and over again in
the air, and then falling to the
ground as if she had been wounded,
Tresor made for her as fast as posi-
ble-a thing he never did when the
bird flew in it's usual manner
My father could not take aim for
fear Of hitting the dog. Presently
Tresor made sudden dash, and be-
fore we knew it he had seized the
quail and brought her to my father.
My father took the bird from him
and laid it on it's back on the palm
of his hand. ! ran up to him.
What the mattera" ! cried lis
she woundedr
mo" replied my father; '.she
must, however, have her nest with
her little ones close by. She acted
as if she were wounded SO that the
dog might think he could catch her
easily
why did she do sos"
'sIn order to divert the dogs atten
ton from her little ones. After which,
if she had succeeded, she would have
flown away, But this time she missed
her little game, and Tresor has caught
her."
''Then she is not hitT inquired
again.
"No-but she won't ive-Tresor
must have injured her with his
teeth"
stepped nearer to have better
look at the quail. She rested motion.
less on the palm of my fathers hand.
Her head was dropping and her black
eye looked at me sideways. All at
once feeling of pity overcame me.
1t seemed to me as if the poor little
bird regarded me and thought: why
must diet Why9 Have ! not done
my dutyG l tried to save my little
ones, to draw the dog attention away
from them, and here ! am a captivel
All, mel Poor mel This is not just
No, no, it is not justr'
Papa, perhaps she will not die, j
cried, trying to caress the little birds
head.
NY father answered:
She'll die. Lookl In another
moment her legs will stiffen, her body
will tremble and her eyes will close"
Indeed that's what did happen be
fore long. When her eyes had closed.
l began to cry.
well, what's the matter9" my ia
ther exclaimed almost laughingly. n
II pity her." replied. "She did
her duty, and she has been killed. II
is not just"
"She wanted to play deceitful
game" my father answered, but
Tresor was too smart for her."
bad dogr l thought (At that
moment even thought my father
himself was not gcod.) There was
nothing deceitful In her action. II
was the love for her young that