On the Frontier: From Cajon to Soda Lake
Snipe
I was once at this place in early February and made quite a little discovery, a very pleasing one. I flushed a snipe -.- a regular old-fashioned English snipe. Leaving what I was about to do undone, I had my double-barrel quickly disinterred from the ambulance-wagon ; and, although my shot was altogether too large for such very small game, I had an hour's fair sport, bagging over a dozen of the little brown beauties. They were the fattest, best-flavoured, biggest snipe I ever saw, or, still better, ate; and, as I devoured them. Soda Lake spring as a camp ground rose quickly and rapidly in my estimation.
English snipe - Robert Barnwell Roosevelt - 1884
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