The horns I fastened up among the branches of my wall, where they made a fine hat rack.
I cannot forget one very interesting but wild picture, which was staged for me several kilometres from my den.

There was a small swamp covered with grass and cranberries scattered through it, where the blackcock and sand partridges usually came to feed on the berries.

I approached noiselessly behind the bushes and saw a whole flock of blackcock scratching in the snow and picking out the berries.

While I was surveying this scene, suddenly one of the blackcock jumped up and the rest of the frightened flock immediately flew away.

To my astonishment the first bird began going straight up in a spiral flight and afterwards dropped directly down dead.