It amuses me to think by day, when broad awake in my sad English prison, and among my crazy peers, how this nightly umbrageous French solitude of mine, so many miles and years away, is now but a common, bare, wide grassy plain, overlooked by a gaudy, beflagged grand-stand.

Because native species, such as Illinois' native grouse, the prairie chicken, have been driven out of vast areas by habitat destruction, managers have sought to import shootable birds that can survive in the devastated landscapes of postsettlement America.

All can find a stall selling something familiar – and maybe something new to try, whether it’s yams or plantain, dhania or jellied eels.

The Thebans had not a better shepherd than S. Wendeline, nor a better gissard to keepe their geese than Gallus.