d tears. The sportsman has his gun in hand again with deadly purpose, as the angler his rod and tackle

on their way to breeding grounds and summer homes. The tears of April are for them. Wherever they stop for a day's or an hour's rest, and a little food to strengthen and h

otect these fowl in summer, but in spring, when as much as ever

un, and cut down that ancient goose, tougher than the leather of your gun-case, and almost as edible, of h

ling the budding leaves of water weeds, you started that pair of ducks yesterday, and were so proud of tumbl

you made, killing ten snipe straight and clean, and-they were very bad shots. For in November the ten might have been four times ten

wns to autumn again. Life is short and shooting days are few at most. Let u

h; it does not pay. Why should sportsmen be less provident of the stock they prize so dearly;