SHOT ON THE WING. 
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following day, although it softened enough so 
that in the morning Mrs. Maxwell and the men, 
impatient of the close confinement, went out in 
.search of game around a second lake, a mile or 
more distant. 
As most western lakes are, it was the haunt of 
great numbers of waterfowl. But they are very 
shy, and their capture by no means easy or cer- 
tain. After trying in vain to get a shot at some, 
Mrs. Maxwell climbed a rocky point to look for 
other game; when a shot from her husband’s 
gun, aimed at a flock of wild geese, sent them 
flying over her head, and this enabled her to 
shoot one of them on the wing. It was a beauti- 
ful bird, and she felt abundantly paid for her dis- 
agreeable walk. 
Although game was not so plentiful as they 
had hoped, the remainder of their stay was in 
pleasant weather and very enjoyable. 
During the trip just described, and on all pre- 
vious occasions, the collection of duplicate skins 
was an object never forgotten. These, properly 
cured, could be sent to any part of the world, 
exchanged for skins from other lands, and were 
valuable for scientific institutions everywhere. 
