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changed, altering somewhat the range of 

 flight to the feeding-ground. We secured 

 several good shots that afternoon also, and 

 went ashore with eighteen fine birds, all large 

 ones. The like never was known in that 

 neighbourhood, and is not likely to be again. 

 Besides these, we know of eleven being picked 

 up to leeward that we shot one boat securing 

 eight. 



Well, like everything else, our trip is 

 drawing to a close. Friday morning has 

 come along the last of it so Will and I 

 started out in pursuit of a finishing-up shot. 

 With our glasses we noticed a large flock of 

 geese sitting on the edge of the Fox Harbour 

 ice, near by the light-house a most inviting 

 shot ; so we paddled along with the flood, 

 and were soon within a few hundred yards, 

 when we observed the old gander out by 

 himself on sentinel duty, while all the others 

 were sleeping with their heads under their 

 wings. 



To make the approach to them less notice- 

 able, drifting along by the edge of stationary 

 ice was a floating, drifting ice-cake, some two 

 feet out of water. Behind this we sneaked 



