478 DUCK SHOOTING. 



the water a long way off, and if it were rough, or if 

 there were a fog, could not be retrieved. 



Old members of the club will remember an incident 

 which took place many years ago, during a thick fog, 

 when two or three birds were knocked down in the 

 water, and the dogs, notwithstanding the calls of their 

 owners, rushed in to retrieve them. They were soon 

 lost sight of in the fog, and swam about after the ducks 

 among the ice, which was running. Soon their cries 

 showed the men on shore that the dogs were lost, and 

 two of the boatmen started out in a light boat to re- 

 cover them. In a few moments they were out of sight, 

 and very soon their shouts and calls told that they, too, 

 had lost all sense of direction and knew not which way 

 to row. The feelings of the men standing on the shore, 

 listening to the whinings of the dogs and the calls of 

 the lost men, can be imagined better than described. 

 The men were subsequently picked up and brought to 

 shore by an old lighthouse keeper, who heard their cries, 

 and starting out with a compass, found them and 

 brought them both in ; but the men standing on 

 the beach heard the dogs' cries become fainter and 

 fainter, until at last they ceased, for the dogs were 

 drowned. 



Of course, as all clubs do, the Carroll's Island Club 

 was constantly trying to improve its shooting, and at 

 one time it built out into Hawk Cove a bridgeway, run- 

 ning out seventy-five yards to a box built over the 

 water. It was hoped that this box would be so near the 

 flyway of the ducks that they would come at once to 



