45'. THE AMERICAN CO< >T. 



Nest, an elevated platform of dried cat-tail leaves and grasses in heavy growth 



of marsh, or surrounded by water. Eggs, 6-15, usually about 10, pale buffy or 

 cream color, moderately sprinkled with rounded spots and dots of burnt umber, 

 sepia or black. Av. size. 1.88 x 1.32 (47.8 x 33.5 I. 



General Range. — North America from Greenland and Alaska southward to 

 ill. West Indies and Yeragua. 



Range in Ohio. — Abundant during migrations. Xot common summer resi- 

 dent in swamps, along southern shore of Lake Erie, as also upon the Reservoirs 

 and in extensive marshes of the interior. 



UP tn a dozen years ago the Coot or Mud-hen, as it is commonly called. 

 was considered "no game," and many were the expressions of contempt cast 

 upon the humble creature. Its flesh was "stringy," "fishy." "tough" and 

 "loud," and its pursuit was voted too tame fur any but six-year-olds. As. Dr. 

 Wheaton said of them: "They are considered a nuisance by sportsmen, and 

 a fraud by amateurs who sometimes mistake them for ducks." Hut recently, 

 because of the amazing dearth of ducks, sportsmen have professed a change 

 of views with regard to them, and an inn-keeper, well known to the brethren, 

 is wont tn declare that there is nothing superior t<i the flesh of a Coot well 

 smothered in onions. However that may be. the battle is on now. and the 

 issue for the Coots will shortly prove decisive. 



Last year at the Licking Reservoir I was permitted to witness a chap- 

 ter in "The Education of a Coot;" subtitle: "How a flock of Coots melts away 

 on an autumn day in our hospitable land." When I went out upon the water 

 in the gray of a crisp October morning, the Coots lay scattered about, half- 

 anchored 011 the banks of pickerel-weed, asleep. As the day began to dawn 

 they gathered just off-shore into one immense flock: and as the sun rose I 

 drifted down upon them and came within a hundred feet, as they lay huddled 

 together like sheep, five hundred strong. The sight moved the artist in me, 

 and 1 ached t«> slip the camera but the sun was tun low to admit of taking a 

 snap-shot, and I pulled off without molesting the birds. To tell the truth. 1 

 had not thought of its being sport to kill Cunts, but two buys soon disabused 

 me. Hurrying up to seize the opportunity 1 had let pass, they fired charge 

 after charge and picked up fifteen birds. The Coots were badly scattered, 

 but even after the attack, separate bunches were studied at close range, and 

 1 refused a dozen opportunities tn deliver murderous shots. Returning after 

 breakfast, I found the shooting mill in full swing. Xot "kids" this time, but 

 full-grown men. gentlemanly sportsmen, tn the number of a dozen were bang- 

 ing right and left. I lay by and watched for half an hour or so listlessly, ami 

 then seeing the birds were doomed (wretched excuse!), I chimed in half- 

 heartedly. 



It was now for the first time that I saw the Coot as a flying bird. Every- 

 one is familiar with the shuffling manner in which it rises from the water, 

 and lumbers off at a low height to splash down again at what it supposes a 



