In the Haunts of Wild Fowl in 



was howling and shrieking through the rig- 

 ging like a thousand devils. 



George looked grave. I asked what trou- 

 bled his mind. 



"I'm studyin' 'bout gittin' to that blind. 

 We're goin' to the Boss blind and we'll have 

 a tussle to make it with the wind on our 

 quarter. We ought to 'a' gone to the wind- 

 'ard further before we anchored." 



And we did have a tussle. 



We took off half our decoys from the gun- 

 ning dink and with two ten-foot oars began 

 to shove our craft out over the foaming 

 storm-tossed waters. It was all we could do 

 to stand up against the wind ; and with both 

 oars fixed on the bottom, the strength of two 

 men could barely move the fifteen-foot, light 

 cedar boat. It took us an hour to push her 

 three-quarters of a mile to the blind. It was 

 freezing cold, but we were both wet with 

 sweat when we got there. 



The Boss blind is a famous one in this bay, 



