Newcomb by name, who said he could Take me to a place where he had net- tered and left a large bag of quail. Following his guidance we soon heard several birds calling in the corner lot opposite Brown's and two rose the next moment from the other side of a well and though shot at by each of my companions got off unhurt. The next moment Shot pointed stiffly directly into the well and though I repeatedly urged him or refused to stir, N. coming up thrust his arm into the well in front of the dogs nose and actually touched a quail which the dog was pointing at and which the next instant whirred out the other side and fell, shot at the same moment by Newcomb and myself and coolly pocketed by him without any flincher's or other side. The next shot I got was out on the open meadow where Shot pointed a bird away the grass and I missed it with both barrels my only eye's bare, fingers numbed with cold. Next Robert started 5 birds at once, I killed a fine bird after he had shot at it. Shot soon found one of the others and pointed it in fine style until Robert came up and got into position with much difficulty I shut him on and the bird fell at the report of our fourth barrel fired by myself. It proved a fine cock and with the hen made the largest pair of quail I ever killed; I also noticed that all the other birds of the bag looked of unusual Bag W.B. quail 3 - grouse 1 - rabbit 1