At about 2 P. M. of October 17th as I was dining 
in the cabin with some friends, we heard the call of a 
Greater Yellow-leg repeated several times in quick succes¬ 
sion and evidently very near. Rushing out I saw the bird 
coming directly towards me from the opposite side of the 
river, flying low and, as it struck me, rather feebly. 
Greatly to my surprise it plunged directly into the belt 
of bushes (alders, cornels, willows, etc.) which borders 
the shore in front and a little to the east of the cabin. 
I now for the first time saw that it was pursued by a Duck 
Hawk which must have been twenty or thirty yards behind 
the Yellow-leg when the latter reached the shore and which, 
on losing sight of its quarry, bounded straight upward 
to a height of forty feet or more and then poised for 
several seconds, beating its wings rapidly and incessantly, 
bending its head downward like a hovering Sparrow Hawk or 
Kingfisher as it closely scanned the thicket beneath. I 
had a fine view of it — it ws.s within thirty yards or less' 
and made it out to be a young male. Presently it saw me 
and, turning, flew off towards the southwest over Great 
Meadow. 
I now began looking for the Yellow-leg, but it 
was not until I put the little cocking spaniel "Hadji" 
into the bushes that I succeeded in flushing it. It then 
flew only a few rods and, alighting in the water among 
