NEXT UP! 2 86 “Why don’t you try to go to sleep? I’ll wake you up for the medicine.” “I’d rather stay awake.” After a while he said to me, “You don’t have to stay here with me, Papa, if it bothers you.” “It doesn’t bother me.” “No, I mean you don’t have to stay if it’s going to bother you.” I thought perhaps he was a little lightheaded and after giving him the prescribed capsule at eleven o’clock I went out for a while. It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice. I took the young Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek, but it was difficult to stand or walk on the glassy surface and the red dog slipped and slithered and I fell twice, hard, once dropping my gun and having it slide over the ice. We flushed a covey of quail under a high clay bank with overhanging brush and I killed two as they went out of sight over the top of the bank. Some of the covey lit the trees, but most of them scattered into brush piles and it was necessary to jump on the ice-coated mounds of brush several times before they would flush. Coming out while you were poised unsteadily on the icy, springy brush they made difficult shooting and I killed two, missed five, and started to bother – hér: angra lightheaded – svima sleet – slydda varnished – húðaður a creek – lækur a surface – yfirborð to slither – renna to flush – fæla upp a covey – hópur (af fuglum) a quail – kornhæna a clay bank – leirbakki to scatter – tvístrast a brush pile – runni a mound – hóll poised unsteadily – standa óstyrkum fótum
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