122 MOOSE-HUNTING, SALMON-FISHING, ETC 



morning, not even overlooking the old country 

 bach. 



We were not very early on the move next 

 day, but about nine o'clock walked to the 

 lake, largely with the view of trying for a shot 

 at the geese when on the shore. It was 

 apparently just as full of ducks as on the first 

 morning we were there, but we were getting 

 so satiated with ducks we did not make any 

 effort to get them, until a flock of blue-wings 

 settled in the water directly in front of where 

 Harry and I were sitting at the edge of the 

 bushes. In these I became greatly interested 

 to know if they would toll in the North- West 

 as well as in Nova Scotia, so, without taking 

 any precaution to conceal ourselves if they 

 did, I sent Eeady to the shore. Even before 

 he got there, and he went with a bound, their 

 heads were up. So soon as he began his 

 antics they moved towards him until within 

 five feet of the shore. This placed me in a 

 nice predicament, for there were the birds, and 

 here was the gunner fully 80 yards away. 

 I should have felt badly had our previous luck 

 been less favourable, so I concluded to try an 

 experiment in creeping on them. The first 



