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the flock of ducks ahght. Presently was 

 heard their gentle " quack, quack," over the 

 water; and I have no doubt they had missed 

 one of their number, and had returned to 

 search for and were calling her. Frank soon 

 returned in the canoe with the duck, which was 

 a large black one. 



What a paradise was this grand morning! — 

 the sun rising in the east like a great ball of 

 flame, the fog ascending softly from the wa- 

 ter, the trees tall and slender and still, their 

 tops towering high over the dense under- 

 brush, the whirr of ducks moving to their 

 feeding ground, the mournful cry of the loon, 

 the red squirrel sporting over our heads, the 

 shrill call of the moose-bird, the kingfisher 

 quivering over the water, then darting with a 

 splash and up again and away to some distant 

 tree-top with his prey to eat it there; now the 

 flutter of the pine-partridge in the rear as he 

 picked the birch buds: — then out of the midst 

 of the scene broke the fierce bellow of the 

 guide as he called the bull moose and you 

 could hear the echo in the distant hills challeng- 

 ing like an angry answer to his call: with 



