442 DUCK SHOOTING. 



high, so that the fowl when lured within the "dead 

 line," which is the space covered by an ordinarily strong 

 shooting gun, say about 40 yards, are in plain sight 

 when you stand erect. 



A flock of ducks approach. Their every movement 

 may be watched through sundry little peepholes among 

 the twigs as you crouch low with ready gun. 



A moment, and they are within shot. You see the 

 bright eyes, the hovering wings, and rising, rouse the 

 echoes with both barrels. 



'Tis done ! What is done ? Why, you have either 

 brought sundry ducks to bag or scared them "inside 

 out," in which case you will form some idea of what a 

 scared duck can do in the way of speed as he buzzes off, 

 quacking in terror the while. 



Ducking from a house-boat is the very acme of 

 comfort in this ofttimes arduous pursuit. Blow high, 

 blow low, you have your cozy cabin, and pleasant it is 

 to sit within, puffing a quiet pipe and listening to the 

 pouring rain while the storm rages. 



At the first sign of clearing weather, one is literally 

 "on deck" for business. 



Fifteen miles from Burlington, Vt., over a good 

 road, winding amid ever-changing scenery, you reach 

 Sand Bar Bridges, a roadway connecting the mainland 

 with Grand Island. 



South and west extend the flats, it being possible to 

 walk in some directions here quite a mile from'^shore 

 without bringing the water above knee-deep. 



On these flats the blind was moored, and therein 



