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A Day with the Capercailzies. 87 forty or fifty paces from the tree where ne was sitting, wc heard the flight of another bird, which settled down in the tree with a £reat noise. The sound of clashing beaksand wings soon told us that our old friend had paid the visit which Peter had predictecf, to the stranger, his rival, on the morning roost. During the fight, wc ran forward a few paces, but a heavy, rushing flight betokened an easy victory, and the stranger flew away. All was now quiet
