A Duck-Hunting Trip 



4.30 o'clock that Monday morning we 

 found our east wind still with us in 

 pretty good volume, and although we 

 all knew it was not in the most favor- 

 able quarter, and that the weather 

 was too warm for the best shooting, 

 it was with high hopes that we got 

 into our boats and started in midnight 

 darkness for our blinds. Whatever 

 anticipation of good shooting I had 

 indulged met with a severe reverse 

 when I learned that my shooting com- 

 panion and I were expected to kill 

 ducks with our decoys placed to the 

 windward of us. I warmly protested 

 against this, declaring that I had 

 never done such a thing in my life, 

 and in the strongest language I ob- 

 jected to the arrangement; but all to 

 no purpose. 



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