WITH BOGARDUS AND KLEINMAN 15 
The wind went down that afternoon and the shooting 
was poor. The ducks were satisfied to stay quietly 
and feed. The evening flight that night, however, was 
a wonder. The ducks did not come in until almost 
dark. I shot a few but soon it became too dark to find 
them. The ducks came in thousands; several times 
they dropped down within ten feet of the stand. You 
could hear the splash all around in the water where they 
were alighting. 
Suddenly the whole bunch of ducks got up with a roar 
of wings. I heard heavy footsteps splashing in the dis- 
tance. Kleinman was coming with the boat. We put 
my ducks in and then walked to the river. There we 
both got in and Kleinman remarked, ‘‘This is a good big 
load, two of us and all these ducks, but if your hair is 
-parted in the middle and you sit perfectly still, I will 
guarantee to get you home all right.’”’ 
The present generation has forgotten both of these 
men. They were splendid types of market shooters. 
This in their day and generation was no sin. The sup- 
ply of game was apparently inexhaustible and the de- 
mand for it came from the wealthiest people in the 
land. The sale of game in most States is now forbidden 
by law and the market shooter has followed the buffalo, 
but I shall always count it a privilege that I had the 
pleasure of knowing and shooting with such splendid 
shots and good fellows as Bogardus and Kleinman. 
