direction of the woods to the east. On the way I went to investigate the “gash” in the earth. It proved to be either a sand bank or gravel pit - there was nothing left to tell. Gravel or sand, the supply had long before given out. The woods was composed almost entirely of beeches, with one or two shellbark hickories and ashes from which came constantly and calls of red headed woodpeckers.
     Near the edge of the woods a flock of quail or Bob white flew up with a loud resounding whirr almost at my feet,startling me so that I felt “funny” all over. What an effectual weapon is this. No matter how many times we experience this sudden whistling whirr, we never become used to it, and the reaction leaves us powerless. I watched them as they circled thru the woods until they dropped down behind a heap of brush then I wal1ked slowly in that direction in hopes of getting a close look at them. As I neared the place I expected every moment to hear their whirr and yet knew I would be as unprepared as before. Suddenly one flew from a tree overhead and then another. This was so unusual that I am not certain they were quail, but the sound, and manner of flight were