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rel. Away goes the flock with noisy honkings, 

 long necks outstretched and every nerve strain- 

 ing to get out of range. Away, weary as they 

 are, spurred to yet greater endeavors by two 

 more hasty shots from your comrade, and hur- 

 rying on until only the sharpest of eyes can 

 mark them down in the shadow of a distant 

 island. Your companion resumes his sculling 

 oar and pushes the float up to a crippled goose 

 which is getting into shape for another trial at 

 escape. Another shot collapses him. You 

 drag your trophies into the boat — only a feeble 

 shiver of wings by way of remonstrance. Are 

 you proud of your prize? You are no true man 

 if not. How large does he look to your de- 

 lighted eyes as he lies in the bottom of the float? 

 Though your companion's birds are all larger 

 than your own you will never admit it and have 

 no eyes for any but the goose you have killed 

 "all by yourself." 



The birds are weary and will not go out of 

 the bay, but there goes another float after them 

 and as it is nearer to the flock than is your own 

 craft you decide to wait here a while. They 

 may come this way next time they fly, when you 

 can try it again. If they don't come back you 



