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we want. Three more ! Every one makes the bag 

 bigger. We are doing what I call mighty good 

 shooting ; of course we are bound to miss sortie. 

 Yes, I see him ; you can take care of him. 

 Well, he did let go everything, and all at once 

 too, didn't he ? " Dead as a stone ! " 



So the sport continues, until the ducks, as 

 though tired of performing their part of it, be- 

 come fewer and further between; then the dead 

 ones are picked up, and we start again towards 

 the river, killing a few more while paddling 

 down the creek, the wood-duck, as I predicted, 

 contributing to the number. The continuation of 

 the day's shooting I will describe in the next 

 chapter. 



