Among the Water-Fowl 



easterly storm, the rain descending in a perfect 

 deluge, beating and driving, threatening to drown 

 us out of camp. But for all that I donned water- 

 proof and rubber-boots, and started for the new 

 lake. The very first sig^ht that o-reeted me, as I 

 reached it, was a Loon off on the water. That 

 only one was in sight gave promise of the other 

 still being on the nest. • This lake was less than 

 half of a mile in diameter, and the task of exam- 

 ining every foot of the margin was by no means an 



THE ISLAXU UN WHICH IHb PRECEDING LOON b NEST WAb bll L A 1 EU 

 BY A. C. BENT 



impossible one, though it was more boggy, and 

 there were more reeds, than usual. Impeded by 

 my coat, I floundered on, the Loon following, 

 keeping abreast of me wherever I went. The pond 

 was in two parts, divided by a low island, that 

 almost filled the narrows in the middle. 



I traversed the eastern lobe, but found no sign 

 of the nest. Then I waded to the island, and 

 systematically examined its shore. There were 



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