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waned her snowy round, and defers his departure until the very end of au

tumn.

In the Southern States, on the contrary he is found only during the short and genial winter, quitting them altogether during the overpowering heats, which our water-loving friend finds unendurable.

In reply to a question which I propounded some years since, to the readers of the New York Turf Register, "whether in soft and sheltered situations of the most northern of the Southern States, the woodcock may not be found throughout the year," I was in formed by an anonymous correspondent, that among the higher valleys of the Appalachian chain, such is the case throughout the southern portion of that great ridge; and that in the northern parts of Virginia especially they are to be taken at all seasons of the year. For this fact, however, I cannot vouch on my own knowledge, and, indeed, I am somewhat doubtful of its correctness. I prefer, therefore, to consider it as everywhere migratory; and of its migrations I shall speak hereafter, premising only that they are but partially understood as yet, that much mystery is connected with them, and that their circumstances are as interesting as they

are curious.

To describe minutely a bird so well known throughout the length and breadth of the cultivated portions of North America-for it is a singular fact that he is never found in the wilderness, following everywhere the skirts of civilization-would be a work, it should seem, of supererogation. I shall say a few words, however, of his general appearance, in order to indicate the very bird I mean to my readers, beyond the possibility of a mistake. For mistakes are, indeed, possible, owing, as I have observed, to the confused nomenclature of game prevailing in this country; and of this I am a good witness, as I was once dragged up to the summit of one of the highest hills in Orange county, N. Y., by the reiterated assertions of a very intelligent lad, a farmer's son in the vicinity, that he could show me more than fifty woodcock in that unusual and remote spot; the woodcock proving, when I had climbed the ridge, breathless and spent, on a broiling July day, to be large redheaded woodpeckers! utterly worthless

either for sport or for the table, and no more like to Scolopax Minor than was Hyperion to a Satyr.

This beautiful bird, then, varying in weight, when full grown, from eight to eleven ounces-I have heard but one instance of his exceeding the latter-is about thirteen inches in length, measured from the tip of the bill to the extremity of the toes, the bill alone exceeding one-fourth of the whole length; and eighteen in breadth, from tip to tip of the expanded wings. The curious implement by which he obtains all his nourishment is of a highly-polished horny substance, stout at the base, and tapering gradually to the tip, where the upper mandible, projecting considerably beyond the lower, is terminated in a knot of exquisite delicacy and sensibility. The head is somewhat triangular in shape, with the large, full, black eye-constructed, as is the case in all birds which fly or feed by night, so as to catch and concentrate every ray of light-situate nearer the apex, or crown, than in any other bird; a peculiarity which, added to the unusual size of the head, gives a foolish and clumsy air to this otherwise beautiful little fowl. The brow of the adult bird is of a greyish white, gradually darkening until it reaches the crown, where it is shaded into the richest black; the whole hinder parts, from the neck downward to the tail, are exquisitely barred and variegated with a thousand minute wavy lines of black, ash color, cinnabar brown, and umber, the tail feathers having a broad band of black close to their extremities, and beyond this a tip of snowy whiteness. The chin is white, but the throat and breast, nearly as far as the insertion of the thighs, are of a warm yellowish chesnut; the vent and thighs white. The legs, in the young birds, are of an olive green; in the adults, of a pale flesh color. There is no distinction of plumage, that I have been able to discover, between the sexes; nor has any been detected, so far as I am aware, on dissection; and the only difference between the young and old birds, size and weight excepted, is the change in the color of the legs, and the increased whiteness of the forehead.

This interesting bird is rarely or never seen by day, unless by those who are especially in pursuit of him; and

by them even he is found with diffi- flocks, or associating in anywise with culty, unless when hunted with well- his fellows, unless in the breeding broke dogs

At nightfall, however, he may often be seen on the wing, darting athwart the gloom from the dry upland coverts, in which at many seasons he loves to he, toward his wet feeding grounds. During the hours of darkness he is on the alert constantly; by night he seeks his food; by night he makes his long and direct migrations, choosing for this latter purpose foggy weather, at or about the full of the moon.

By day he lies snugly ensconced in some lonely brake, among long grass and fern, under the shade of the dark alder or the silvery willow, and near to some marshy level, or muddy streamlet's brink during the summer; but, in the autumn, on some dry westering hill-side, clothed with dense secondgrowth and saplings.

In very quiet spots, especially where the covert over head is dense and shadowy, he sometimes feeds by day; and it has been my fortune once or twice to come upon him unsuspected when so engaged, and to watch him for many minutes probing the soft loam, which he loves the best, with his long bill, and drawing forth his succulent food, from the smallest red wire-worm to the largest lob-worm, suitable for the angler's bait when fishing for perch or the yellow bass of the lakes.

It is by the abundance of this food that his selection of haunts is dictated, and his choice of season, in some considerable degree, controlled. On sandy and hungry soils, as of Long Island for example, he is found rarely in comparison, and never in the large congregations which so rejoice the heart of the sportsman in more favored localities. Still more does he eschew sour marsh land and peat bogs, wherein, by the way, the worm he most affects hardly exists; while on fat loamy bottom lands, whether the color of the soil be red or black, rich with decomposed vegetable matter, he may be found in

swarms.

It must be understood, however, that after the young brood have left the parent birds, which departure occurs after the first moult, the woodcock is a solitary bird, acting and moving for himself alone, although the same causes may draw hundreds of them to one neighborhood, and never flying in

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Woodcook arrive among us, in the Middle and Northern States, from Pennsylvania so far eastward as to the western counties of Maine almost simultaneously, in February or March, according to the earliness and openness of the season, often before the snow is off the ground. They arrive paired already, and immediately set about the duties of incubation.

The nest is rude and inartificial, consisting merely of a hollow in the ground, with a few straws or rushes carelessly gathered round it, the bill of the old bird proving doubtless an awkward implement for nidification. This nest is made, if made it can be said to be, under the shelter of a reedy tussock or stunted bush, on the verge of large wet meadows; and should the season be dry early, enabling the birds to sit on low ground, and should a sudden flood ensue, numbers of broods are destroyed; a casualty from which I do not consider them secure, until the beginning of June at least, when, in an early season, the young birds are able to shift for themselves.

In such a nest, and in such situations, the woodcock lays from two to six blueish eggs, irregularly blotched with brown. How long the process of incubation continues, I have not been able accurately to ascertain; but I have seen the old birds sitting so early as the 10th of March, yet never have seen young birds able to fly earlier than the middle of May.

The ordinary number of a hatching is four birds, and if the first brood gets off early, the parents immediately proceed to a second incubation; the male bird in this case taking care of the first brood until the second gets off, when all associate together until after the moulting season, when all ties are dissolved, and they know thenceforth neither kindred nor kindness.

I am aware that the fact of the woodcock rearing two broods in the same season has been disputed, but I am thoroughly satisfied of the fact, having repeatedly killed six and eight youngsters, and those of different sizes, with but one couple of old birds; and that, too, in places so small as to render it next to impossible that any should have remained unsprung, and on occasions

when every bird sprung has been brought to bag.

A stronger proof than this I can adduce, involving, too, a pleasant anecdote concerning the maternal affection of this usually deemed stupid bird.

A few years since-I think it was in 1841-there was a deep fall of snow covering the greater part of the State of New York, near eighteen inches deep, so late as the 12th or 15th of May. It thawed, of course, immediately, and produced a complete inundation, the early spring having been rather uncommonly dry. From this I augured ill for the prospects of the shooting season. But fine weather followed, and by most persons the spring snow storm and freshet were forgotten. On the first of July I went with a friend, a good shot and eager sportsman, to a favorite shooting ground in Orange County, N. Y., on a part of which-for it had a very large range, and contained many varieties of lying-we had bagged on the previous year a hundred and twenty-five birds in a single day's shooting.

We shot the first day on the low meadows, and killed hardly any birds; not, to the best of my recollection, above ten or a dozen, in a severe day's walking. They were well grown birds, but not a single old one in the number. My companion, greatly annoyed, insisted that the ground had been hunted before that season, and all the birds killed off except the handful we had found. From this conclusion I dissented, arguing that if such had been the case, we should have found old birds, the young being the easier both to find and to kill, especially for cockney sportsmen, who alone may be presumed to hunt before that season. My friend grew almost angry, and asked me "Where then are the birds?" I answered, "Wait till to-morrow evening, when we shall have beat our other ground, and I will tell you."

The next day we did beat the other ground; wet swales, and sloping woods of small extent in valleys watered by little streamlets from the hills. The result was the same, a wretched day's sport, and no old birds, or at least hardly

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the freshet, except the very few which got off before the May flood. This accounts for the fewness of the birds, and for the uncommon size of those few. The old birds are now hatching their second broods on the ridges and hill sides. I will show you that I am right, to-morrow." And to-morrow I did show him that the ridges and sapling coverts, sprouts, as the country people call them, were full of old birds hovering, and no young ones.

Still my companion was incredulous as to the second broods, until in the afternoon, as I was passing through a little clump of alders not above two or three yards square, I flushed a bird, which flew out to him. He fired. I called out to enquire whether he had killed, and as he answered "yes," I heard the bird flapping its wings on the ground, in the death-struggle, as I imagined. Knowing that he could recover the bird, in the open ground, I beat out the thicket thoroughly, and left it, satisfied that it contained no other bird, though I had some difficulty in getting one of my setters away from what I supposed to be a field mouse. On joining my friend, he told me that the bird had flapped up, when he was in the act of laying his hand upon it, and had staggered away, seeming every moment on the point of falling, so that he did not care to fire at it again, until it got out of shot; but that he had marked it down to a yard, in a thick brush fence, three or four hundred yards away. On going to the place, the dogs took the scent readily; but, while they were trailing it, the bird rose, a hundred yards off, flapping and staggering about, as if severely hurt; and flew some three or four hundred yards farther from the thicket in which we first started it, and dropped again in a piece of thick hill-side coppice. I marked the bird accurately by the top of a pine tree, and off we set in pursuit, I more than half suspecting that the bird was unwounded. Scarce had we entered the covert, when up whizzed the identical bird fresh and sound, from the very brake in which I had marked him, and away like a bullet through the tree tops. So thoroughly convinced was I, that, though I could have killed the bird with ease, I would not fire at it; but to convince my still doubting friend, we walked back to the little tuft in which we first sprung the cock; he promising not to fire if we should again flush her.

My dogs were not well in the alders before the bird rose again, and was going away at her best pace, when my friend's shot stopped her, to my infinite disgust. He is a very quick shot, and in the excitement of the moment forgot everything except the game and the fury of pursuit.

Almost at the same moment, old Chance he was the best retriever I ever saw in any country-picked up from the spot where I had supposed he was snuffing after a field-mouse, a young downy, unfledged woodcock, less than two inches long.

Chance was the finest retriever I ever saw, broke by Mike Sandford, of Newark, and would carry a hurt bird by the tip of his wing, without ruffling a feather; and though it will hardly be believed, I took the little fledgling from his mouth unharmed, and had the satisfaction to see him run away briskly, and hide himself behind a dock leaf.

That day we shot no more, nor indeed that summer; but before we left Orange County, I went again to the same brake, with the old dog, but without a gun, and flushed what I presume to have been the male bird, which, by its simulated crippled flight, again drawing me away from the spot, convinced me that he was watching over his motherless little ones.

Had I needed anything to convince me that woodcock ought not to be shot in July, that scene would have convinced me; and since that day I have never ceased to advocate a change and simplification of our game laws, which should prohibit the killing of woodcock until the first day of October; and make that one day the end of close time for all game whatever, except the ruffed grouse, commonly called pheasant, or partridge, the reason for which exception I shall give under the head of that fine bird, when I reach him in his turn. I am satisfied that this change should be made; because the parent birds do not entirely cease from sitting until the commencement of the moulting season, that is, about the first of August, when they disappear for a while, migrating as some believe, yet farther northward, or, as I fancy, moving to the difficult moun

tain tops, and scattering themselves among the little swales and gulleys which intersect them. This is the first grand reason, and is in itself all-sufficient; for, as close time is only adopted for the protection of the brooding birds, it should, of course, continue until the broods are out of danger.

A second reason is scarce less valid, that not one-tenth part of the young birds, killed in July, are half grown; and consequently afford little sport to the shooter, and are, comparatively speaking, valueless on the table.

A third may be found in the extreme heat of July weather, which renders the sport a toil both to man and dog, and makes it impossible to bring home the game in a state fit to be eaten, even on the day which sees it killed.

Last, not least, the law, as it now stands, can hardly be enforced, so difficult is it to limit men to this or that day, when it appears to be a mere arbitrary distinction. Prohibit the killing of the bird at all during his spring and summer visit; strictly punish those who vend him during that period; let the cause of the prohibition be made thoroughly public, and you will enlist the now law-breakers in the cause of law-protection.

No danger of their anticipating the first of October by a few days or weeks, for this simple reason, that before that day the bird has not returned from his summer rustication, and, consequently, is not there to be killed.

These views I submit humbly, but with full conviction of their justice, to all sportsmen and friends of sporting; and earnestly do I entreat them to give them a fair consideration, if they would save the woodcock from the fate of the heath-hen-expatriation and extinc

tion.

In my next paper I shall treat this question somewhat more fully, as connected with the short moulting migration, with autumn or, technically, fall shooting; with the use and breaking of the dog; and with, what will perhaps be new to some of my readers, the firehunting of the South, as applied to winged game, and shooting on the wing.

The Cedars, Nov. 22, 1845.

LIFE.

Eheu! fugaces Posthume, Posthume !
Labuntur Anni.

HORACE.

There's a word that must be spoken, though it dim the eye with tears;
There's a link that must be broken, though twin'd with boyhood's years.
There are joys of days by-gone that have wither'd to our eye,

As Peris, when the sun sets, weep and droop and-die!

There are deserts we must pass in Life's hard, thorny way,
And shadows which, alas! never brighten into day!
There are pangs that we must bear, and tears that we must shed
And 'tis ours to mutter the stifled pray'r over the lov'd and dead!

And 'tis ours oft to think on the friends for ever gone,
To stand on Death's cold brink-deserted and alone;

And oft, alas! we raise from Time's tomb, wherein they lie,
The forms of other days, that spake gladness to our eye;

Yet, vain as they who try Life's charms again to mould

From the fragments, as they lie in Death's charnel, stark and cold!
And 'tis ours to guide the boat of Life o'er a halcyon-stream,
And list to the wild bird's note, as it trills to the morning beam;

But we must also guide that boat when waves run high,
And the eye of youth sees not beside the clouds of a wintry sky;
"Tis ours to tread, mid fields where Spring her blossoms pours,
And her treasur'd incense yields to the hiving hearts of flowers ;-

But we must also tread those fields in manhood's hour,

When Nature, wither'd-dead-lies buried in her bower

'Tis ours to list the lay of Love in boyhood's prime,

When the bells of Life, through the livelong day, rang out with a merry chime;

But that string must, alas! be rent by the hand of after-years,

And the music it hath lent the heart be hushed-in tears

The bride we clasp to-day in beauty and in bloom,

To-morrow may be clay, and tenant of the tomb;

And that eye that look'd in light on that lov'd one, pale and cold,
Like a star in the sky of night, soon darkness may enfold.
We said that tears were ours;-have we not pleasures too?
Yes, mingling like rainbow showers, half sunshine and half dew.

And this is Life-to breathe, to mourn, to wash away our smiles with tears,
To make our very heart the urn for the dust of buried years.

Oh! mockery, to weep, to think on the dream of Hope and Love's bright vow!
We've but the dregs of Life to drink-the palsied heart and the whiten'd brow!

Let us, then, raise aloft our eyes to that better Land, the Christian's faith;
And, 'mid the glories of yon skies, forget the cold-the dust of Death!

EDWARD MATURIN.

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