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ducks. Once more they rose confusedly, and once more 
the black head showed. 
Again the ducks settled down on the water, just on 
the other side of a small flattish floe. We moved along 
till we were opposite this, and once more watched. 
And now close to the edge of the floe a seal’s head 
twice appeared. The creature raised itself high above 
the water and looked about, reminding one exactly 
of a weasel sniffing the air for a mouse when the 
hunt is momentarily checked. Again the head dis- 
appeared. 
Half a minute more and up rose the ducks for the 
third time. They rose all but one. There was a flap- 
ping of wings on the surface for a moment, and then a 
duck went below. It seemed as though the bird had 
been caught by the feet. 
I never saw the creature land with its capture, though 
Hyland thought he could make out a seal on the ice. 
The drama was ended. 
As we turned to go back Hyland shot a red-throated 
diver as it flew to the river from the sea. Sailor re- 
trieved it—his lips tucked up and his whole face expres- 
sive of infinite disgust. 
These were early days with Sailor; he soon changed 
all that. 
And then we went to bed, for we had a long day’s 
work before us. 
