Two broods are invariably raised and often a third, but the last
appearing late in the summer, and scarcely attaining their growth
before the coming of snow. If unmolested, it is evident, therefore,
that the species would increase with great rapidity, as shown by
the celerity with which regions, where the birds had been well nigh
exterminated, have been replenished when a period of quiet for a season
or two has been allowed them. The young run about in a very lively
manner as soon as they have left the shell, and in a few days are given
over to the care of the father, whom they follow and obey as readily as
they did the mother, possibly because they do not recognize the change
of guardians, while she returns to the cares of rearing another family.
During the spring and early summer both old and young find an
abundance of food for themselves in the larvæ of various insects, the
succulent shoots of growing plants and such seeds as abound. Later on,
strawberries, blueberries, huckleberries and other wild fruits supply
their demands. In August they grow fat upon grasshoppers, and as this
is the time when seeds ripen, acorns and beech-nuts fall, and the
stubble-fields are full of scattered wheat, rye, barley and maize, and
insects are plentiful upon the ground, they feast themselves to satiety
before the winter begins, until they have reached that delectable
plumpness so highly esteemed by _bon vivants_. Attaining their full
growth by the end of September, at least in the case of the earlier
broods, the season of play for the partridges and sport for the gunner
has come. Quail-shooting is regarded as a test of marksmanship in the
United States. So rare and wild have the birds become by reason of
incessant hunting, that it certainly requires skill and fine shooting
to make a bag. Bred in the open fields, and feeding early in the
morning and late in the evening, a man may beat a field all day, and
put up only one or two birds, when he is certain that twice as many
lay concealed, huddled up in little knots in out-of-the-way places,
which the best of dogs might easily pass without discovering. Their
inconspicuous colors, too, which are in keeping with the objects around
them, so conceal them from the vision of the hunter, that, trusting to
them, they will sit immovable until he has gone some distance beyond,
when they will spring up and away like so many arrows, requiring a
quick eye and a steady hand to turn and drop a brace.
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