Show biffle lif X stories i ea eka 1111 yar jar be dt am ya W C y burgess it never does docs to count upon A thins thing until youre sure its often less than you expect but very seldom more ABOUT BOB WHITE F r III HE hunter who had shot one of bob whites children chuckled gleefully as he fie went forward to pick up the poor little bronn bird he was having what he called sport it never entered ills his hend head to think of jv bow the bob whites must feel he probably think that they had any feelings he was pleased that he had made a successful shot and he was pleased to IN X e A must be I 1 just wounded him said he think that lie was to have that little brown bird to eat though ot of c ourse course he need it the least bit in the world having plenty of other things to eat but when he reached the place where he had seen bob white fall there was no little brown bird there no sir there was not a sign of that little bird save a few feathers you see he killed the little bob white as be had sup posed but had broken a wing so that it could not fly but there was nothing the matter with its legs and no sooner I 1 lad ad it lift hit the round ground than it ran as fast as ever it could through the stubble so the little bob white where the hunter was looking for him film at all of course ills his dog helped him hunt and with that wonderful nose of his tie he soon found the scent of 0 that little rob oil white and eagerly followed it it just happened that I 1 in that field near where the bob white fell was an old home of johnny chucks and all around the entrance to it the sand had bad been spread out now sand does not dot hold scent the little bob white h knew new nothing about that for he fie had not lived long enough to learn all that a bob white has to learn but lie he did seo see the open doorway across the yellow sand lie ile ran and ancl into the doorway and just a little way ay down the hall where lie hid hi d under some dry brown leaves which had been blown in there tie fie was almost the color of them himself as he squatted close to the round ground and drew his feathers as c close los e to ills his body as possible in doing this lie he was doing a very wise thin thing g though lie fie know it at t the he time you see ills his feathers drawn tightly against his body that way prevented the scent which might have told the keen nose of that dog where lie was As it was tile the dog lost the scent at the edge of the sand and neither lie he nor the hunter once tho thought abt to to look in that old hole so while will e they hunted the little bob white squatted perfectly still though his broken win wing g hurt him dreadfully a and d the ache of it made his eyes fl fill I 1 with fill tears at lost last the hunter gave up the search ile he was too impatient to 1 kill 1111 more must be I 1 just wounded him said he fie without one thought of how dreadful it must be to be wounded probably a fox fos got him bet I 1 kill the next one with that he sent ills his dog on to try to find tile the little bob whites brothers and sisters his terr terrible ible gun held ready to shoot the instant he should see one of them ile eie was having great sport was that hunter while in the hall ball of johnny chucks old house lay a little brown bob white faint with suffering and dreadful fright CE 0 toy by J G liova service |