“Here, during the October days, roaming through field and cover, I hear the twilight music which charms.  Again I come to you, dear Cabin, and with joy I greet you!  Both pleasure and sorrow have I experienced since last we met; but with your ever-cheerful welcome, and your silence broken by the sound of crackling logs, all sad memories shall drift gently away, as the pale smoke floating toward the distant horizon… so to you, dear Cabin, I return.”

Woodcock Shooting, by Edmund W. Davis