AMONG THE WatTER Fow.Lt 
pared for it, with coats and boots. We turned the 
boat partly over, put our cameras and accessories 
under it, and took refuge there ourselves. It was 
a fine outlook over the storm-swept lake. The 
rain, pouring down on its surface, splashed up jets 
and bubbles, and made the whole sheet of water 
white in its agitation. Frequently what amounted 
to almost a cloudburst would occur, and everything 
would be shut out from view, nothing remaining 
visible over the lake but a blinding sheet of de- 
scending water. This was very picturesque, and we 
enjoyed it for awhile; but when the moments grew 
to hours without a sign of slacking it began to get 
monotonous. Finally, at half-past six, we buttoned 
Up, OUT Coats, coyered™ up, Our cameras inthe srub- 
ber cloths, and pulled out into the storm. Fortu- 
nately, the rain soon ceased, and after dark we 
reached the hospitable Dakota shack none the worse 
for a little wetting. 
A week later we made still another visit to our 
enchanted islands. We began at the one not yet 
visited, and found there the usual pleasing variety 
of water fowl, and good colonies of Terns and Ring- 
bills. Then we rowed to the third island. Terns 
and Gulls filled the air, and Ducks flew squawking 
away. It was a fine day, and I set the camera for 
a view of Gulls on the rocks, getting two expo- 
sures after a vexatious delay caused by one of the 
company innocently walking through my invisible 
line of thread, and getting it all tangled up in the 
weeds. Then, after photographing some nests, I 
tried my luck on the Terns. There were hosts of 
them all over the island, and they made a prodig- 
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