IN THE PONKAPOAG BOGS 



Murray in that famous loon-hunting chap- 

 ter who first made the point, and it has 

 been insisted upon by many another suc- 

 cessor. But, bless you, my half-grown 

 wood duck made no difficulty of going 

 down with his head toward the morning 

 and coming up in the sunset portion of 

 the view. He took slants under water 

 and cut semicircles at will. But I 

 could n't see him use his wings while 

 beneath the wave. 



Little by little he got over being ex- 

 cited by my presence. He began to eat 

 bugs off the lily pads as he went by, and 

 now and then tip up for an under-water 

 search, Thus we coquetted with one 

 another all along the southern shore of 

 the pond, and when I finally cornered 

 him for a last time in behind Loon 

 Island he dove without embarrassment 

 and began his feeding as soon as he had 

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