A Duck-Hunting Trip 



during the preparatory hours left to 

 us our eyes were strained hundreds 

 of times from every favorable point 

 of observation in search of flying 

 ducks; hundreds of times the ques- 

 tion as to the most desirable shoot- 

 ing points was discussed, and thou- 

 sands of times the wish was expressed 

 that Monday, instead of being a 

 "blue bird day," would present us 

 with a good, stiff breeze from the 

 right direction. The field of predic- 

 tion was open to all of us, and none 

 avoided it. A telling hit was made 

 by the most self-satisfied weather- 

 prophet of the party, who foretold 

 an east wind at sundown, which 

 promptly made its appearance on 

 schedule time. 



When we were roused out of bed at 

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