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Yaphank and the men insisted on stopping to 



rest, but I told them it would be at the cost of 

 the fee I had promised them for the trip. I 

 knew that if I got off that handcar the day would 

 be lost for I could not have got on it again. 

 During the hours remaining before Riverhead 

 was reached, I was of little use in the car. The 

 cold was in my bones, I shivered as with an ague 

 and was so choked with my cold that I could 

 scarcely breathe. 



At Riverhead we found a man with a team who 

 took us to Foster's at Good Ground where we 

 arrived after noon. I was nearly in a state of 

 collapse when Will Foster gave me a nightcap 

 and put me to bed, promising to call me in time 

 for some early morning shooting the next day. 

 In what seemed but a few minutes he awakened 

 me, and, with the toothache in every muscle, my 

 head splitting, and my cold worse I struggled 

 into my clothes. 



Two hours later, when the day broke, three of 

 us were sitting in a blind on the shore of the bay 

 beside a bunch of decoys, while nearby was 



