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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 
‘Call 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 
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