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overland they fly high, but when traveling along the coast they 

 usually fly within a few feet of the VN^ater. Their flight is apparently 

 slow and heavy, but it is really swifter than it seems. A flock of on- 

 coming brant is a thrilling sight to the expectant gunner; he can 

 recognize afar the long w^avy line of heavy black birds ; as they draw 

 near, the white hind parts show up in marked contrast to the black 

 heads and necks ; and soon he can hear their gabbling, grunting notes 

 of greeting to his well-placed decoys. They are naturally shy birds, 

 and we seldom got a shot at the passing flocks when anchored off the 

 shore in small boats. But on their feeding grounds they are more 

 fearless and will decoy well to live or even wooden decoys around a 

 well-concealed blind. Brant can swim well, but do not dive unless 

 hard-pressed. They prefer to skulk and hide by stretching the neck 

 out on the water or in the grass. They are very fond of sand and 

 like to rest on sandy points and sand bars. 



Mr. Cordeaux (1898) describes the voice of the brant very well, 

 as follows: 



The coinmou cry or call uote of the brant is a loud metallic chronic, eh rank. 

 The confused gabbling and mixed cries of a flock can be heard at an immense 

 distance at sea. They have another, and double, note, which has been likened 

 to the word torock, constantly repeated on the wing; and the alarm cry is a 

 single word, tvauk. 



Dr. D. G. Elliott (1898) says: 



It has a peculiar guttural note, which is frequently uttered, resembling 

 car-r-r-rup, or r-r-r-rouk, or r-r-rup, and with a rolling intonation, and, when 

 a large number of these birds are gathered together, the noise they make is 

 incessant and deafening. I have been in the vicinity of a bar on which were 

 congregated many thousands of brant, and their voices made such a din that 

 it was difficult to hear one's own in speaking, and when they rose at the 

 report of a gim the sound of their myriad wings was as the roar of rushing 

 waters. 



Fall. — Winter comes early in the far North, and the brant are 

 forced to start on their fall migration early in September or even 

 late in August. The route differs only slightly from that taken 

 in the spring. They now migrate down the west coast of Hudson 

 Bay, cross eastern Canada to the Gulf of St. Lawrence, which they 

 reach late in September, cross the neck of Nova Scotia to the Bay of 

 Funcl}^, and then head straight for Cape Cod, where they usually 

 begin to arrive about the middle of October. So far their flight 

 has been more rapid than in the spring, but from here on their 

 movements are more leisurely and they scatter along the coast, 

 lingering at favorable spots until well into the winter. 



Game. — From the standpoint of the epicure the brant is one of our 

 finest game birds, in my opinion the finest, not even excepting the 

 far-famed canvasback. I can not think of any more delicious bird 



