The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-10-15

| through uclump of evergreens. Both
guns flashed, but there was no cloud of
feathers at this time
"Oh, nobody can hit anything in ever
green's" said Dick, cheerfully But
which way did he gol"
Neither of us had seen the pheasant
after he got into the evergreens, but as
he was heading up the ravine we knew
that he could not go very far. We cross
ed over again, and the dogs struck the
trail not far from where we had
had lunch at noon. The cover was bad
and the bird again rose out of reach, and
only got a sprinkling. He went circuling
around US this time, heading down the
raVine
The chase was getting warm now; the
question was no longer as to whether we
should get him at all but as to which of
us should have the honor of bringing him
down. The dogs were as interested as
we, and soon had the trail again. The
wary bird lay very close this time, but
| had chosen another clump of evergreens
! for his cover. Both dogs made pretty
| points, and while one of US was going
| around the evergreens to get a shot at
him as he came out he was up and off
again with nothing worse than burned
| powder to complain of. 1t was another
| case of guess, but the most likely place
I
| where we had raised him an hour or so
! before. Pulling hard on our pipes we
| were soon across again and following the
| dogs in the woods. Ranger led us straight
to the old stone fence.
Dick showed an inclination to stay on
the wooded side. He evidently thought
the bird would try to go over the circle
| again. The theory was plausible, but
was content to take the cornfield side be-
| cause knew the trail would lead up to
the fence, and when the dogs found the
bird proposed to insist that Dick should
flush him. The prOba bilities were that
the bird would be frightened out into my
side and l should get good shot
Ranger indicated my judgment, and
was soon 'roading" The trail went
down along the fence, and after both dogs
had followed it for three hundred yards |
saw them stifen out together, and stand
like so much marble, side by side. Their
noses pointed to olump of bushes along
the fence. In it was a pile of old logs.
| No other cover was near. 1t was a plain
case and the bird would doubtless stay
under cover as long as he could
l signaled to my companion to flush the
game He signaled back for me to do the
| flushing. The result was that we both
| moved up to the dogs, but the bird still
| held his ground.
'Hes on your side and you will have to
raise him." l insisted. We could talk
nov all we pleased Mr.. Pheasant was
! permanently located this time We
| argued back and forth with the result
| that Dick finally climbed into the bushes
Nothing rose, and the dogs moved W
| closer and renewed their stands.
| And what magnificent stands The
| younger dog, while doing her best to get
! into a cataleptic state, was trem bling with
| excitement. Old Ranger was motionless
save for his eyes and mouth. l could see
| his eyes roll from one of US to the other
as much as to say; well, don't you see
we've done our part2 Why don't you dc
! yours2" His mouth opened and shut with
| every draught of the rich scent taken In
at the nOStEiys.
Dick moved carefully, selecting posi-
! tions from which he hoped to get shots,
| but the bird would not move Things
were coming my way. He would liter
ally have to kick the bird from his hiding
place. Finally he climbed on to a log
and putting his foot on one of the broken
| limbs gave the heap violent shake His
| foot slipped, and down he went At the
same instant there was a commotion, a
| tiuttering and whirring, and the magnif.
! icent game bird darted over my way and
| started down the fence
| The first barrel cracked, followed in ar
| instant by the second. The birds wings
| stopped at the second shot, he plunged t.
, the ground and went tn JUMPING and bump
| ing along for dozen feet, leaving a trai
| of feathers
'Oh, no! you missed him, didn't you?'
anne from the middle of the clump OF
| pushes.