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Show Quail That Were Quail. On the big plantations no gun was ever fired at a quail. There was no netting until the master aald the word. He knew exactly when "bob-white" "bob-white" was ripe for dinner, and woe to the poacher! A load ot shot (buckshot at that) was none too good for htm. Fire coveys of a dozen birds each were regarded as enough for one drive, making a capture of CO fat, plump, sound ''morsels the like of which we of this day and generation may never know. The master would look through the coops and release a dozen of the finest cocks and hens for breeding. The remainder were smothered smoth-ered for dinner In the old-fashioned southern style before the animal heat was out of them. Or they went luto a groat Brunswick stew, with squirrels, squir-rels, squab-chickens, rabbits, slices ot salt pork, rice and the usual vegetables veget-ables Vised In the making of this, the foremost of all southern dishes. N. Y. Sun. |