if) THE NATURALIST. 
With the Black Terns. 
Y] THE weather having cleared 
by noon, although the wind 
still blew hard from the north, 
I determined to go into the marsh 
that stretches from near Reaburn 
to the Arriniboine river, a distance 
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Devouring a hasty dinner, my 
long rubber boots were donned, 
gun, shells, collecting box, paddle 
and other paraphernalia gathered 
together, and in a few minutes I 
was baling the water out of the 
old flat-bottomed boat, which I 
fortunately discovered _ shortly 
BLACK TERNS AND NEST. 
of between six and seven miles, 
for having been there on the Ist 
of June, and though the prospect 
of hard paddling against the 
strong wind was not a pleasing 
one, like all enthusiastic collectors, 
it had very little weight when 
something was to be gained. 
after my arrival here. 
Reaching the open water the 
wind blows so strongly that I am 
unable to do anything but run be- 
fore it, keeping within a few yards 
of the tall reeds which fringe the 
lake for what shelter they afford, 
a stroke of my paddle now and 
