ON MISSOITEI RIVER BARS S3 



over 20 yards high, Vic pleading with them. They dis- 

 covered they had company and made a big circle to make 

 sure all was well. Pour now broke away from the flock 

 and sailed right over our heads so close we could feel the 

 wind from their wings, but they never discovered us at 

 all and alighted just over beyond the decoys. The others 

 made one swing, coming within about 30 yards of us. 

 There was a mighty trumpeting as they drew near. We 

 raised up and with our automatics making good, we got 

 revenge. When it was over, seven fine birds lay in the 

 throes of death stretched on the sand, their ashen breasts 

 upturned. 



We felt well repaid for our time and trouble, and were 

 pleased to think we would have something to show to our 

 friends on our return. 



"Look!'* Vic exclaimed, as he cast his eye toward the 

 vanishing flock, "there goes one down stone dead," and 

 we saw him disappear behind the willows. "We can 

 get him in the morning. ' ' 



"Not so bad for boys," remarked Vie, as he took 

 me by the hand in his good-natured way, his face 

 wreathed in smiles. 



Thus ended for us a day of deepest joy and as the sun 

 was setting behind the clouds there came a last golden 

 reflection of its rays over the saffron waters. 



