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as shy winter visitors, and only occasionally can 

 we sit down quietly and study their interesting 

 habits. Here all was different. Our camp was 

 placed on the banks of a stream where the Long- 

 tailed Ducks, the Barrow's Golden-eyes and the 

 Scaup fed and played within a few yards without 

 the slightest sign of fear, and but for the flies it 

 would have been delightful to lie in the sun and 

 watch them. 



One evening, as I strolled up the river to catch 

 a trout for supper, I saw something that was quite 

 new to me. I was sitting on a high bank preparing 

 a cast of trout flies when a pair of Richardson's 

 (Arctic) Skuas came sailing up the stream, on the 

 banks of which five or six female Long-tailed Ducks 

 were sitting with their newly -hatched broods. All 

 these ducks crouched as if frightened of the Skuas, 

 and at the same moment another Long-tailed Duck 

 came rushing across the river with all her babies 

 following in a bunch behind her. In a second 

 both Skuas dashed down, and one of them picked 

 up a duckling, and, as far as I could see, swallowed 

 it alive and kicking. Meanwhile the maternal 

 duck had reached the shallows, and erected her 

 breast for a moment to keep off the other Skua. 

 But it was only for a minute. The marauder, 

 much too active for her, picked up and swallowed 

 a youngster before the terrified mother's eyes. I 

 had no idea that Skuas were such destructive 

 creatures to the young birds of other species, and 

 the fact is not mentioned in any Natural History 

 with which I am acquainted. Yet this scene of 

 murder must be of frequent occurrence in the 

 summer time where the Skuas have few gulls and 



