130 DUCK SHOOTING. 



leagued in common cause against a common enemy. 

 On the day I have in mind more particularly we passed 

 a spot where lay the bodies of several Apaches. From 

 the arrows still sticking in them we judged afterward 

 that they had been killed by a stray band of Navajos. 

 But this was not what we thought most about at the 

 time. We were only four together and this was close by 

 the place we designed to spend the day in hunting and 

 fishing. Contemplation of the decaying Indians was not 

 calculated to raise our spirits, for though, of course, we 

 knew the danger beforehand and meant to take our 

 chances, it was not pleasant to have the thing brought 

 up in such a way. We kept on through the canyon a 

 little more cautiously, talked a little more seriously and 

 concluded to look for game in places where there was 

 the least likelihood of an ambuscade. I confess that 

 the day's sport was rather too highly spiced to be alto- 

 gether enjoyable, and suspect that others shared my 

 uncomfortable conviction of foolhardiness. However, 

 the day passed without further intimation of danger. 

 Game was plenty and the shooting good. Out of the 

 woods and with a good bag, we were disposed and could 

 better afford to laugh at each other's fears." 



The habits of the red-breasted teal do not differ 

 markedly from that of the eastern relative, which it so 

 closely resembles. 



The true home of this species seems to be in Southern 

 North America and South America, and it is found in 

 Chili, Patagonia and the Falkland Islands. It is a bird 

 that gives great shooting to western sportsmen. 



