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intersecting the bog, containing four eggs about the size 

 and shape of those of the golden plover, but more like 

 those of the lapwing in colour. The nest was a hollow, 

 evidently scratched, perfectly round, somewhat deep, and 

 containing a handful of broken slender twigs and reindeer- 

 moss. Harvie-Brown concealed himself as well as he 

 could behind a ridge, to lie in wait for the bird returning 

 to the nest, and after half an hour's watching shot a. 

 veritable grey plover. Soon afterwards another of our 

 men found a second nest, also containing four eggs, in 

 an exactly similar situation. Harvie-Brown took this nest, 

 also in hand, and in about an hour succeeded in shooting 

 the female. The third nest was found by the Samoyede. 

 This time I lay down behind a ridge some thirty yards, 

 from the nest, and after waiting a quarter of an hour 

 caught sight of the bird on the top of a distant tussock. 

 Presently she ran nearer to another ridge, looked round,, 

 and then ran on to the next, until she finally came within 

 fifty yards of where I was lying. I had just made up my 

 mind to risk a shot when she must have caught sight of 

 me, and flew right away. In a quarter of an hour I 

 caught sight of her again, approaching by short stages as. 

 before, but from an opposite direction. I must have been 

 in full sight of her. When she had approached within 

 fifty yards of me, as near as I could guess, I fired at her 

 with No. 4 shot and missed. I remained reclining where 

 I was, with little hope that she would try a third time to 

 approach the nest, and whiled away the time with watch- 

 ing a Bufifon's skua through my glass as it cautiously 

 approached in my direction. Turning my head round 

 suddenly I caught sight of the grey plover running 

 towards the nest within fifty yards of me. I lifted my 

 gun and fired again, but was so nervous that I missed 

 her a second time. I was so vexed that I got up and 



