I should like much to know if there is any State of the Union
where the cock is perennial. I do not see why he should not be so in
Maryland or Delaware, though I have never heard it stated so to be. The
great heat of the extreme southern summer drives them north, as surely
as our northern winter sends them south; and the great emigrations of
the main flight are northward in February and March, and southward in
November, varying by a few days only according to the variations of the
seasons!"
"Well, I trust they have not emigrated hence yet--ha! ha! ha!" laughed
the Commodore, with his peculiar hearty, deep-toned merriment.
"Not they! not they! I warrant them," said Archer; "but that to-morrow
must bring forth."
"Come, Harry," exclaimed Forester, after a little pause, "spin us a
shooting yarn, to kill the time, till we get to fat Tom's."
"A yarn! well, what shall it be?"
"I don't know; oh! yes! yes! I do. You once told me something about a
wolf-hunt, and then shut up your mouth all at once, and would give me no
satisfaction."
"A wolf-hunt?" cried the Commodore, "were you ever at a wolf-hunt; and
here in this country, Harry?"
"Indeed was I, and--"
"The story, then, the story; we must have it.
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