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sight, round the bend, do they hear the cluck 

 that tells them to hide. Some are slow in 

 finding a hiding place on the strange waters. 

 The mother bird hurries them. They are 

 hunting in frantic haste when round the 

 bend comes the swift-gliding canoe. With 

 a note of alarm they are all off again, for she 

 will not leave even the weakest alone. Again 

 they double the bend and try to hide ; again 

 the canoe overtakes them; and so on, mile 

 after mile, till a stream or bogan flowing into 

 the river offers a road to escape. Then, like 

 a flash, the little ones run in under shelter of 

 the overhanging banks, and glide up stream 

 noiselessly, while mother bird flutters on 

 down the river just ahead of the canoe. 

 Having lured it away to a safe distance, as 

 she thinks, she takes wing and returns to 

 the young. 



Their powers of endurance are remarkable. 

 Once, on the Restigouche, we started a brood 

 of little ones late in the afternoon. We were 

 moving along in a good current, looking for 

 a camping ground, and had little thought for 

 the birds, which could never get far enough 



