fallen into a thick clump of high grass where he 
could not easily secure it. 
Mr. Percy Wing was a self-contained kind of 
person, so all he said was, “Well, well!” as he 
lighted his pipe and sat down to look for another 
flight of ducks. But as it turned out, he had a 
long time to wait. 
The light breeze of the morning died out and 
soon the bay lay still as a lake of oil with only a 
slight swell rolling in from the ocean. It was a 
clear day with the sun riding bright in the 
heavens. In fact, it was just the kind of day 
when duck shooting generally is very poor. At 
twelve o'clock the hunter opened the package 
containing his lunch and began to eat. Sud- 
denly a warning hiss from the guide caused him 
to look up. High overhead a flock of teal ducks 
was passing. Grasping his gun he fired at them 
with both barrels and to his intense joy he saw 
one drop out of the ranks. A chance shot had 
broken one of its wings near the tip. It con- 
tinued to fly but gradually sank toward the 
water. Picking up the paddle the guide began 
to push the boat out of the rushes; for the teal 
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