Witp-Fow rt or Witp-Fow.t 
but here was evidently a nest out over the water. 
For<some time I pawed over that grass in vain, 
and began to think I was mistaken, when a piece 
of down climging to a blade of grass caught my 
eye. Under it was the nest, at the very bottom 
of the high tussock. ‘The grass met over it with- 
out showing any opening whatever. I should never 
have found it without flushing the bird. ‘There 
were ten fresh eggs, yellowish white, the color of 
the Teals’, but larger. 
Many interesting happenings followed, until in 
time we reached the Turtle Mountain timbered 
country, which, though interesting, did not afford 
much in the line of Ducks. About all I saw there 
were a few Blue-winged Teals, Redheads, Golden- 
eyes and Mallards. With the latter I had a rather 
amusing experience. One day I found myself on 
the shore of a lake in an uninhabited region, miles 
from camp at dinner-time, and no food with me. 
At one o’clock I was beginning to feel rather faint, 
when a Mallard flushed from the grass just up from 
the water, leaving six perfectly fresh eggs, evidently 
aMeincomplete set. | It occurred to me that this 
was my dinner, providentially furnished. As it was 
raining, cooking was out of the question, so I emp- 
tied two of the eggs into my mouth, with as little 
tasting as possible. For an hour at their place of 
destination there was a condition of unstable equt- 
librium. Strong will at length conquered, but 
the appetite for raw Ducks’ eggs was effectually 
destroyed. 
To redeem the memory of Turtle Mountain 
Ducks’ nests, however, occurred a much pleasanter 
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