INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



A dense fog hung over the prairie and when 

 light began to make an impression it was like 

 illuminating an opaque substance. It was 

 impossible to distinguish anything over six 

 yards away. Having removed everything 

 from the schooner the problem of dragging 

 it to dry land did not concern us. 



The growing day was heralded by a per- 

 fect Babel of voices. Invisible flocks of 

 ducks numbering thousands frequently stirred 

 the air with the rapid movements of their 

 wings, which sounded like an express train. 

 The measured honk of wild geese gave evi- 

 dence of their presence in no beggarly num- 

 bers. At intervals the brant in the long sour 

 bog grass invited an easy shot. When mat- 

 ters were straightened out no time was lost 

 in starting out for feathered game. 



The hunt began as soon as we stepped out- 

 doors. Small bunches of ducks were passed 

 by unnoticed. Legrand did not believe in 

 wasting ammunition ; I only had five hundred 

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