One By
One I Saw Them Washed Back Into The Water, And Presently The Dog,
Hearing His Master Whistling To Him, Bounded Away.
For many years after this incident I failed to find any one who had
even seen or heard of a dog catching fish.
Eventually, in reading I
met with an account of fishing-dogs in Newfoundland and other
countries.
One other strange adventure met with on the front remains to be told.
It was about eleven o'clock in the morning and I was on the parade,
walking north, pausing from time to time to look over the sea-wall to
watch the flocks of small birds that came to feed on the beach below.
Presently my attention was drawn to a young man walking on before me,
pausing and peering too from time to time over the wall, and when he
did so throwing something at the small birds. I ran on and overtook
him, and was rather taken aback at his wonderfully fine appearance. He
was like one of the gentlemen of the gathering before the church,
described a few pages back, and wore a silk hat and fashionable black
coat and trousers and scarlet silk waistcoat; he was also a remarkably
handsome young gentleman, with a golden-brown curly beard and
moustache and dark liquid eyes that studied my face with a half-amused
curiosity when I looked up at him. In one hand he carried a
washleather bag by its handle, and holding a pebble in his right hand
he watched the birds, the small parties of crested song sparrows,
yellow house sparrows, siskins, field finches, and other kinds, and
from time to time he would hurl a pebble at the bird he had singled
out forty yards down below us on the rocks. I did not see him actually
hit a bird, but his precision was amazing, for almost invariably the
missile, thrown from such a distance at so minute an object, appeared
to graze the feathers and to miss killing by but a fraction of an
inch.
I followed him for some distance, my wonder and curiosity growing
every minute to see such a superior-looking person engaged in such a
pastime. For it is a fact that the natives do not persecute small
birds. On the contrary, they despise the aliens in the land who shoot
and trap them. Besides, if he wanted small birds for any purpose, why
did he try to get them by throwing pebbles at them? As he did not
order me off, but looked in a kindly way at me every little while,
with a slight smile on his face, I at length ventured to tell him that
he would never get a bird that way - that it would be impossible at
that distance to hit one with a small pebble. "Oh, no, not
impossible," he returned, smiling and walking on, still with an eye
on the rocks. "Well, you haven't hit one yet," I was bold enough to
say, and at that he stopped, and putting his finger and thumb in his
waistcoat pocket he pulled out a dead male siskin and put it in my
hands.
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