"It is early in the spring, so early that a bunch of snow may yet
be found on the north side of the largest of the fallen trees in
the woods. Puddles that the melting snow left in the hollows of the
clearing are fringed with ice this morning, and we look around and tell
each other, 'There was a frost last night.' The mud in the road has
stiffened, and the rutted cattle tracks are also streaked and barred
with ice. Yet winter has gone and spring is here, for the buds are
swelling on the twigs of the elms and the pussy willows show their
dainty, silvery signals to tell us that the vernal equinox has come and
gone.
"If the springtime is still young, so is the day. Light is breaking
in the gray sky of dawn as we hurry along the slippery, sticky road.
We must make haste to the point of woods, by John Winter's clearing,
before full daybreak or the pigeons will be flying and we will miss the
early flocks which always keep nearest the ground.
"You may be curious to know what we look like as we trudge along in
Indian file, eagerly chatting about a kind of sport which this later
generation knows nothing about. I am a chunk of a country lad, topped
by a woolen cap with ear-tabs pulled down over my ears, a tippet around
my neck, yarn mittens on my hands, which are sure to be badly skinned
and chapped this time of year from playing 'knuckle-down-tight.'
"My 'every-day pants' are tucked into a pair of calf-skin boots with
square pieces of red leather for the tops, an old-fashioned adornment
dear to Young America of my day. My old Irish water spaniel 'Sport' is
tagging behind or charging frantically ahead; my gun is a sixteen-gauge
muzzle loader, stub and twist barrels, with dogs' heads for the hammers.
"Dangling from one shoulder is a leather shot pouch that cuts off
one ounce of number eights for a load. The sides of this pouch are
embossed, on the one a group of English woodcock, on the other a
setter rampant. Hanging at my left side by a green cord with a tassel
or two is my fluted copper powder flask, ready to measure out two and
three-fourths drams of coarse Dupont or Curtis & Harvey powder.
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