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of brants had arrived during the past two 

 days, and were sitting all over Wallace 

 Harbour, which the open water embraced. 

 When we saw that, our hopes rose of 

 having at least a shot. The tide was ebbing, 

 and the inner feeding-grounds were bearing 

 fast. 



Just see the geese on that outside bar. 

 My ! my ! Wish we could get there. S. 

 spied them, and started in their direction. 

 Hundreds of them are beginning to feed on 

 that spot. " Will, suppose we try to get 

 upon them ? " So we started also. Now, 

 S. had quite a lead, 100 yards or more, so I 

 saw the most hopeful chance would be to 

 work off to the eastward of S., and endeavour 

 to get between them and the ice, being con- 

 vinced that, if the birds rose and did not 

 settle again when pressed by S., they would 

 leave for the Gulf ice for safety and rest. So 

 Will pushed on Daisy at a rapid rate, making 

 great headway with the tide. Now we were 

 fairly well placed, and we put over our little 

 anchor, and awaited developments. As S. 

 approached nearer and nearer, the geese kept 

 walking towards the land, into a wide deep 



