366 FEATHERED GAME 
of Newfoundland and Labrador. It is seldom 
found in this latitude except during the cold 
weather. 
From the time of their visits and the dis- 
tance of their haunts from the mainland few 
of their numbers fall a prey to the gunners, 
and the ‘‘ Lords and Ladies,’’ as they are named 
by seafowl shooters, are very rarely occupants 
of our game bags. But this is small cause for 
grief, since aside from their bright plumage 
and their beauty as ‘‘specimens’’ they are of 
little value. 
If a shot is fired at a flock on the wing they 
will sometimes plunge from the air into the 
water and after swimming below the surface 
again take wing, coming up a hundred yards 
away—seeming the instant they reappear to 
dash from the depths into the air at full speed, 
leaving the gunner inexperienced in their ways 
and who perhaps had thought that by some mi- 
raculous chance he had killed the entire flock, to 
find that he doesn’t care for that kind of duck 
after all. I passed through just such an ex- 
perience once, and remember yet how disgusted 
and surprised I was when after steaming up 
to where the whole flock should have been dead 
