Witp-Fowt. oF :Wrip-FowL 
Day,’’ and three of us were exploring a patch of 
timber near the shore of a Dakota lake. Seeing a 
knot-hole in an oak tree, about fifteen feet from the 
ground, with a 
piece of white 
down clinging to 
its edge: I e¢alled 
to my friend to 
come and_= in- 
Sipie ett /1t) asta 
probable nest of 
these American 
Goldeneye 
Duck. No soon- 
er were we all 
r 
under the tree THE NESTS OF DUCKS ARE FOUND.” NEST OF AMER- 
than we saw ICAN GOLDEN- EYE IN THE KNOT-HOLE, CONTAIN- 
; ING SEVEN EGGS 
‘BUT IT IS NOT ONLY AMID GRASS AND RUSHES THAT 
through a lower 
crack, a movement within. Directly a brown head 
appeared at the entrance, and the Golden-eye pro- 
ceeded to come forth. But she had a hard time 
of it. The hole was so small that a slender human 
arm “could “hardly jbe inserted. ‘Ihe poor Duck 
had to wriggle and twist back and forth like a 
snake, I should think for ten seconds, ere she was 
able to emerge and take to wing. It was a sin- 
gular and interesting sight. Then I climbed the 
tree and found that about two feet below the hole,’ 
in a bed of soft, snowy down, there were ten large 
fresh eggs of a greenish color. The cavity was so 
small that they had to be piled in. two layers. — It 
must have been the scarcity of suitable holes that 
compelled the Duck to submit to such discomfort. 
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