IN AUDUBON'S LABEADOB 



tender tips of beach peas, with an admirable 

 grain rouge pie, were all good and proved that 

 the cook was not a false prophet. 



We arrived at our anchorage at Sandy Isle 

 only to find that the Indians were not there. 

 Sandy Isle derives its name from the elevated 

 bluffs of marine sand sinular to those at vari- 

 ous other places on the coast. Some of the 

 ponds in the tundra had hard beaches of fine 

 sand on which it was a pleasure to walk after 

 struggling through the deep and spongy bog. 

 A robin sang in a deep ravine bounded by 

 black cliffs as cheerfully as if he had been 

 singing in an orchard or among the swaying 

 branches of an elm in a village street. White- 

 crowned £md white-throated sparrows com- 

 pared notes, and a fox sparrow was in very good 

 form considering the lateness of the season. 

 In a reedy pool I came upon a black duck that 

 fluttered and flapped her wings as if she were 

 sore wounded. That it was mere pretense to 

 lead me away from her young hidden in the 

 reeds, I made sure, because, as I continued 

 to draw near, she took to her wings and flew a 

 few yards. Again she performed the wounded- 

 bird act, but this time it was on the land and 

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