Wiip-Powr: or Witp-Fow. 
was an opening that someone had made with an 
axe ito@etvaguawWuck s mest. )Lhere was, down 
around this lower hole, and through it I easily put 
my hand: onvayset of seven) egos; Very near this 
tree was the most likely opening of all, a great hol- 
low almost large enough for a man to crawl in, 
about twenty feet up a leaning oak. No down was 
visible, but I felt certain that there must be aonest, 
and my expectations were more than realized. As 
I scrambled up, and my head was just opposite the 
hole, whirring, thundering sounds issued from 
within, and out went a female Golden-eye, with a 
imehtened murmur, almost in my face. I. could 
haves seized) her yhad Sliwished) ito.) Peering (in, 1 
counted eleven eggs at the bottom, in the usual 
eather bed: sl couldwjustercaehethem, and. the 
first one that I took out to examine I found was 
pipped, the duckling chirping within. 
The next day was very rainy, but it cleared in 
the: afternoon, and again | climbed: the tree, — 1 
never expect to see a prettier sight. Phe mother 
lay at the bottom, surrounded by a beautiful flock 
of black and white young. Some of them were on 
the old Duck’s back; others were under her, ap- 
parently, and several of them were moving around 
in the limited chamber, picking at the chips on the 
bottom. Instantly the old bird caught sight of me. 
Turning over partly on her side, she looked up 
with a frightened expression, and hissed like a 
snake. It was a most delectable little family scene. 
After I had enjoyed it for a few moments I with- 
drew from the hole and began rapping the tree. 
It took a number of calls before the mother reluc- 
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