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. ”
