IN THE PONKAPOAG BOGS 



he was so irresolute that he neither 

 dived nor made any vigorous attempt to 

 escape. I got so near, that to avoid 

 driving him up the bank into the woods 

 I had to ease away a bit. Finally, at my 

 second approach, he did try to flap by 

 the end of the boat, but I spurted and 

 headed him off. 



It was a long time, and it took much 

 manoeuvring to make him dive, but it 

 finally entered his head that he might 

 avoid being cornered and badgered by 

 going under water. This he did, going 

 on a slant just a very little below the 

 surface, probably because he was in too 

 shallow water to go much deeper, and 

 coming up well to seaward. There he 

 preened his feathers, took a sip or two 

 of water and, seemingly, waited to be 

 surrounded a second time. 



I rowed out, got on the off-shore side 



