Witp-FowL or Witp-Fow L 
was ior taking it home. “But; in pity for i under 
the neglect I was sure it would receive, I pushed 
ie out from under his arm, and it escaped toi the 
water. 
lé4s time now, in the narrative, that we hasten 
back to the region of Devil’s Lake, and describe 
anetien visie to. “ihe Eachanted Asles.’” It was 
on June 27, late enough in the season for the tar- 
diest Ducks to have about finished laying their full 
sets, another beautiful day, when we again landed 
on what we have called the third island. A cloud 
of Terns and Ring-bills hovered over it. Hardly 
had we stepped from the boat when up went a 
Pintail from the weeds, leaving her six incubated 
ecec ior us to admire. —llali a dozem steps more, 
and away fluttered a Baldpate from her eight fresh 
creamy-white eggs; then another of the same spe- 
Giesueay ew feet Turther ons. trom a Set of ten. 
Each nest was placed under a clump of weeds 
amnone the loose rocks, “Vien, as I retraced! my 
steps towards the boat, a Lesser Scaup flew from 
themorass a feworods ahead of me: ~ Aftera little 
search, I found her set of nine beautiful brown 
eggs. 
Meanwhile my companion was investigating a 
clump of rose-bushes near by, on the summit of 
the island. Seeing under them some rubbish with 
down clinging to it, he poked a stick into it and 
pulled it apart, unearthing seven great flesh-colored 
eggs of the White-winged Scoter, a bird that had 
only recently been suspected of breeding in the 
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