Return from 407 Bury of Quail feeding on the Snow 1876. (Dec. 8) Mon. My pointer retrieved the dead birds weekly after first pointing dead on each. In V.M. I started off alone and hunted carefully over to Goodsheds beyond, Started four groups & shot 5 times killing one bird. Smuggler for the first time did really really good work making a number of good points and finding my bird—a drummer—in fine style. Saturday Dec. 9 The morning broke cloudy & snow falling thickly about 2 inches already on the ground. That weather soon cleared however & I got off at about 9, hunted one to Goodsheds & found the tracks of a large bear in his clear, but could not locate them. Returning I got a long shot into a bear of 1 that was off a wood pile up the valley but did not kill any I could not find them again. After dinner left 12. drove over to Mt. Barnstable when I took the 2.40 train for Boston. On the way over we saw a bury of 14 quail out on the snow within shot of the road, A pretty sight I never beheld, Some were resting squatted in little groups on the hardest surface; others were running busily about & little among the weeds while one large cock bird had climbed up a few inches on a bending stalk & we reaching up poking at the seeds. I forgot to note that grouse also in this locality fed out on the stubbles morning & during nearly as regularly as the quail. Total bag for week 12 quail 2 grouse 4 ripes = 18 birds.