no The Life Worth Living 



"I hope so" I replied. "They made me 

 mad enough last winter's cruise, flying all over 

 me, laughing and joking about us the whole 

 month." 



" Yes, and they kept it up till they left in 

 the spring. Nobody killed any the whole 

 season. But if we don't have brant for sup- 

 per to-morrow night, I'll eat my old cap." 



When George was willing to stake his old 

 slouch cap with its long visor, that looked 

 like a duck's bill, he was in dead earnest. 



"If the wind will just hold on!" I ex- 

 claimed, with sad memories of high hopes 

 many times shattered before. 



"Don't worry. You'll git all you want 

 to-morrow. It'll be a question whether we 

 can git to the blind. Don't you hear them 

 flaws gittin' longer and longer? That's been 

 goin' on all day. It'll be as long goin' as it 

 was comin' and it ain't got nigh the top yit." 



Sure enough, the next morning, as we ate 

 breakfast by lamplight at 5.30, the wind 



