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William Alexander Adams Twenty-Six Years Reminiscences of Scotch Grouse Moors

Daisy is now away to find a fresh point. What has Smoker pointing there, with a look that says as plain as dogs can speak, that fool, Daisy, who thinks so much of herself in her hurry to get fresh points, has left a close sitting bird in that tuft of good heather.
Yes, Smoker is right, as he always is in all he does, and another bird is flushed and bagged.
The brood was seven, and now but two away, thanks to the studious care and intelligence of my two four-footed friends.
And what fine birds, with their white speckled breasts! the young ones as large as the old ones.
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William Alexander Adams Twenty-Six Years Reminiscences of Scotch Grouse Moors

Caithness birds, especially in catchy weather, run very much when pointed and drawn upon. Clearly, like a red-leg partridge, he tries his legs well before he will take to wing. Sometimes they will road over 100 yards or more, and it is an unexplained mystery to me how a brood will cross a burnt and bare patch in front of you as fast as you can comfortably walk, without showing themselves.
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William Alexander Adams Twenty-Six Years Reminiscences of Scotch Grouse Moors

I do not say that sheep farmers or their shepherds desire to burn, and damage the shooting tenant, and also the proprietor (not that the latter or his factor understand the question or appreciate the damage) by burning out patches of good heather, the burning of which destroys the cover appertaining to hundreds of acres, and so destroys the shooting.
One shepherd certainly, said he liked the ground burned, because it was easier walking.
But if the shepherd is to burn, what can he do by himself.
He can do no more than kindle a fire, and let the winds of heaven take it how and where it likes.
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