With a Tenderfoot 183 



We then selected another pond to he in wait 

 and cah, although the rutting season was just 

 beginning. We waited until dark before 

 we started for camp, and in the meantime 

 Tenderfoot and the other guide had come up 

 with us. 



Just as we were going to leave together, 

 Tenderfoot went into the mire above his knees ; 

 he hadn't been extricated when we heard the 

 whirr-whirr of ducks flying over our heads, and 

 they lit in the water some sixty yards oif . We 

 could see several dark objects where they lit 

 and the nimrod started to go nearer, when they 

 rose with a whirr. 



Bang! bang! went the Parker and we 

 thought we could see a dark object still lying 

 there in the water. But it was growing un- 

 comfortably dark, too dark to linger longer, 

 and away we went through the woods for 

 camp. 



At short intervals, as we went, came the 

 lonely cry of the loon; the rest of nature 

 seemed to be asleep. We reached camp with 

 a tremendous hunger, which Louis the cook 

 was not long in satisfying with a supper of 



