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Title: Wood folk at school
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Long, William J. (William Joseph), 1867-1952
Subjects: Animal behavior Animals
Publisher: Boston, London, Ginn & Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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ogs rocked up anddown. Again he looked at the strange animal on theother log; but the face behind the tree had not movednor changed; the eyes looked steadily into his. Witha startled movement he plunged off into the under-brush, and but for a swift grip on a branch the suddenlurch would have sent me off backward among therocks. As he jumped I heard a swift flutter of wings.I followed it timidly, not knowing where the bear was,and in a moment I had the second partridge stowedaway comfortably with his brother in my hunting shirt. The rest of the flock had scattered widely by thistime. I found one or two and followed them; but theydodged away into the thick alders, where I could notfind their heads quick enough with my rifle sight. Aftera vain, hasty shot or two I went back to my fishing. Woods and lake were soon quiet again. The trouthad stopped rising, in one of their sudden moods. Avast silence brooded over the place, unbroken by anybuzz of my noisy reel, and the twilight shadows were
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THEY WOULD TURN THEIR HEADSAND LISTEN INTENTLY The Partridges Roll Call 145 growing deeper and longer, when the soft, gliding,questioning chatter of partridges came floating outof the alders. The leader was there, in the thickesttangle—I had learned in an hour to recognize hispeculiar Prut, prut — and from the hillside and thealder swamp and the big evergreens his scattered flockwere answering; here a kwit, and there a prut, andbeyond a swift burr of wings, all drawing closer andcloser together. I had still a third partridge to get for my own hun-gry flock; so I stole swiftly back into the alder swamp.There I found a little game path and crept along iton hands and knees, drawing cautiously near to theleaders continued calling. In the midst of a thicket of low black alders, sur-rounded by a perfect hedge of bushes, I found him atlast. He was on the lower end of a fallen log, glidingrapidly up and down, spreading wings and tail andbudding ruff, as if he were drumming, and sending ou

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