hunter crouched in the boat with gun ready 
and eyes fixed on the approaching wild-fowl. 
At this very moment something seemed to 
happen to the ducks. They scattered, and 
rising as fast as their wings would take them, 
away they went swifter than any express train 
can run. Behind them through the air came a 
large bird whose rapidly beating wings drove it 
forward at great speed. 
“Black Warrior is on the job again,” ex- 
claimed the guide. “Just watch him!” 
There was no need to say “‘watch him,” for 
any one present would certainly have watched 
that chase with both his eyes. The hawk quickly 
picked out the fowl he wanted and never for a 
moment swerved from his pursuit. The poor 
duck flew with all the power it possessed, but it 
was plain from the very start that it had no 
chance to escape. Within a quarter of a mile 
the hawk hurled himself upon it, and without a 
flutter it fell dead to the marsh below. The 
hawk followed it down, circled around the spot a 
time or two, and then flew away. Perhaps he 
was not hungry, or more likely the duck had 
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