Tur SUBMERGED TEntTH 
several empty nests of Holboell’s Grebe scattered 
along. Finally I was almost back at the starting- 
point, heated, bedraggled, and well-nigh  dis- 
FLOATING NEST OF THE GREAT LOON, IN AN ONTARIO LAKE 
BY C. J. YOUNG 
couraged. Suddenly, out at the edge of the reeds, 
about twenty yards ahead of me, there arose a most 
prodigious fluttering and splashing, and away went 
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