190 FEATHERED GAME 
same fashion. Our hero is more dignified in 
his manner, as befits his larger size. The 
homes and life habits of the two are probably 
very similar. 
When you flush him he goes skimming away 
just above the water; alighting on a rock at the 
edge, he stretches his wings aloft to their full- 
est extent, then carefully folds them so that 
each feather is in its proper place, and begins 
feeding again, gathering the insects, slugs and 
water bugs with the healthy appetite common 
to all citizens of the great out-of-doors. 
He is a beautiful bird, though modestly ap- 
pareled; something smaller than either ‘‘win- 
ter’’ or ‘‘summer yellow-legs,’’ but built on the 
same graceful lines and plainly showing all the 
characteristics of his family—long in the legs, 
strong of wing, and equally good at the table as 
are the other two. I think he makes a good im- 
pression when, after being skinned, wrapped in 
a thin piece of fat pork and enclosed in a big po- 
tato he has been well baked. 
Sometimes in the sea marshes when the tide 
is rising a number of these birds may be cap- 
tured by taking a stand among the pond-holes 
near high water mark, of course being well hid- 
