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stools, before breakfast, among which are two spe- 
cimens of the beautiful Esquimaux Curlew or Fute, 
as he is commonly called, and which seems to be on 
terms of the closest intimacy with our Golden friend. 
We find him to be a heavier bird, equally inclined 
to obesity, and, as future experiments satisfy us, 
nearly as perfect in delicate richness of flavor. 
At nine o’clock Dobbin is again harnessed, and 
we start for the scene of yesterday’s exploit. But 
the sighing wind now sweeps over only a deserted 
moor, and we direct our course towards Stratton’s, 
to make an inspection of Great Pond. Here, by 
good luck and management, we bag five teal and a 
black duck, as well as three passing plover. <A few 
large flocks of the latter are seen, but they are wary 
and unapproachable; and after several fruitless ef- 
forts, we abandon their pursuit and start for dinner. 
Having rendered full justice to the merits of a 
bountiful repast, which, if it is made prominent in 
this account, was still more prominent in our hungry 
thoughts, we stroll to the ocean-side and make a 
dozen casts for bass, but our luck seems to be on the 
turn and we decide to leave on the morrow for 
Greenport. About an hour before sunset, a few 
birds are on the wing, and we again seek the field 
of our first success. Here we make our final effort, 
and are rewarded with five noble victims, killed singly 
at long shots, and we restore our breech-loader to 
its case. We have no reason to be dissatisfied with 
our four-days’ sport, and it is with a certain reluc- 
tance, and a sincere resolve to renew our visit at an 
