Shooting trip to Marston's Mills 403 Winter haunt of the Snipe Clear Still & a lovely day. Came down on the Cape last night leaving Boston by the 4 P.M. train. Arrived at Capt. Baxter's at 7.45 and found all well. Brought my pointer "Smuggler" along as I wish to give him a thorough trial on game. Started out this morning after breakfast with Capt. B. A spent the forenoon hunting the woods & fields & of his farm. Started 7 guns and fired nine shots at them getting to only one bird. They lay remarkably well & Carter's dog "Cap" made some fine points on them but I shot watchd. In P.M. started off again this time Westward. Cap found I pointed a berv of quail up the valley. I fired two barrels as they rose & B. one. Three birds shot down. Could not find the bry again). Striking the brook below "Mud pond I waded down its channel to [illegible] being desirous to investigate the snipe there as Capt. B. hes always assured me that callings go on them regularly & in numbers. The bed of the brier (or rather brook for it averages not wider than 10 ft) is good wading as the bottom is hard & gravelly & the water uniformly about 10 inch deep. It consists of gravelly shallows when the current runs rapidly and at the foot of each still dark pools two feet or more in depth, It was formerly a famous fishing ground for sea trout. This brook winds through the centre of one of the most tangled swamps I have ever entered. Beside maple & alder trees averaging 15 to 20 ft