HOW IT HAPPENED. 



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sects and a little vegetable matter; also rot- 

 ten salmon and the ova of fish when they 

 can get them. When feeding on salmon 

 they are quite uneatable, but at other times 

 if skinned and parboiled before roasting 

 they are not bad eating. Sometimes they 

 will even stand cooking in the ordinary 

 way. 



In common with all diving ducks they 

 take an enormous amount of killing. Often 

 after lying in the water, breast up, for a con- 

 siderable length of time, apparently stone 

 dead, they will right themselves, and fly 

 away. 



They are only moderately fast flyers com- 

 pared with other ducks, and the flight is 

 very steady with no sharp twists or turns. 



The note is a horse croak. They also 

 have a peculiar mewling cry, made only by 

 the males in the mating season. 



Young males resemble females until the 

 second year, but can always be told by their 

 larger size, as this is one of the ducks that 

 show a great discrepancy in size between 

 the sexes. 



It is a curious fact that all tree building 

 ducks are noticeable for their large, full, 

 broad tails. Woodduck, goldeneye, buffle- 

 head, hooded merganser and goosander 

 all have large tails, and all breed in trees. 

 Unfortunately for the theory, the females 

 have smaller tails than the males, and they 

 need them most, to steer themselves into 

 the small nest holes. 



RED LYNX, LYNX RUFUS. 



HOW IT HAPPENED. 



This lynx was shot on Tuttle mountain, 

 Antrim, N. H., September 29, 1897, by Mr. 

 John Cuddihy. Its weight was 30 pounds, 

 length 37 inches from tip of nose to root 

 of tail. It ran an hour and treed 11 times 

 before being killed. 



Mr. Cuddihy says: I knew by the way 

 my dog gave tongue he had found trouble. 

 I rushed to the house for my gun and hur- 

 riedly followed him. When I got down 

 the hill in sight the chase was crossing a 

 meadow toward the mountain. The cat 

 was snarling and growling and soon of- 

 fered fight. The dog would not close and 

 the lynx again ran on. 



He treed for the last time in a large red 



oak. I reached it much out of breath and 

 found the animal was up about 25 feet, full 

 of music and making faces at me. My 

 charge was s J A drams black powder and 

 i l /% oz. B. B. shot. I opened on him with 

 right barrel, he dropped to the ground with 

 a scream, and jumping to his feet snarling 

 and screaming rushed down the mountain 

 about 25 rods, followed closely by the dog. 

 They stopped for a clinch and I came up to 

 them. As the cat turned to spring at me I 

 caught him with the second barrel, in the 

 left shoulder, and killed him. 



Mrs. Wellment — Poor fellow! have you 

 no friends? 



Beggar (sobbing") — No, leddy; I hain't 

 got nuthin' but relatives. 



