* 78 es' say buoy' ant in sip' id fe quent' ing scowl' ing

His foot-steps grew quick-er the far-ther he left his home be-hind; for be-fore him lay the land of pro-mise, and his lit-tle brain was full of dreams of suc-cess, and the con-se-quent joy that would be at his heart when he re-trod those ve-ry fields on his re-turn, la-den with rich-es to throw in-to his mo-ther's lap.

[Illustration: The long-billed Snipe fre-quents our clime About the chil-ly au-tumn time.