204 GAME-BIRDS AT HOME. 



lengthens, swerves and rises, and not even a 

 feather comes whiffling down. Here comes 

 another flock so close that we see the dark vests 

 and snowy underclothes pictured in the smooth 

 water between them and us. In abiding confi- 

 dence we open a full battery upon them, yet the 

 only result is a whirl of white and black, a 

 clamor of hoarse throats, and increased speed in 

 the departing line. 



