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and ^Bernier’s Teal (A. albogularis and A. bernieri), *Cape Wigeon

(A. capensis), *Marbled Teal (A. angustirostris), Andean, * Sharp -

winged and S. Georgian Teal (A. andium , A. oxyptera, and A. georgica),

Kerguelen Pintail (A. eytoni), Galapagos Pintail (A. galapagensis),

Cape Shoveller ( A . smithii), Pink-eared Duck ( Malacorhynchus mem-

branaceus), *Pink-headed Duck ( Rhodonessa caryophyllacea), *Austra-

lian Pigmy Goose ( Nettapus pulchellus), Brazilian Black-headed Duck

(Heteronetta atricapilla), *Baer’s Pochard ( Nyroca baeri), Australian

Pochard ( N . australis), New Zealand Scaup (N. novdeseelandise),

* Steamer Ducks ( Tachyeres ), King, Steller’s, and Fischer’s Eiders

(Somateria spectabilis, S. stelleri, and S. fischeri), Spectacled Scoter

{0. perspicillata), the different Merganetta and Oxyura, the * Australian

Musk-Duck ( Bizuira lobata), the Hooded Merganser ( Mergus cucullatus

without speaking of the very rare Brazilian, Chinese and Aukland

Island species, M. octosetaceus, M. squamatus, and M. australis), and

the two mountain ducks of New Guinea ( Salvadorina) and New Zealand

(*Hymenolaimus). With the enthusiastic lovers of Waterfowl now

residing in England, particularly Messrs. Ronald and Noel Stevens,

whose wonderful park and lakes at Walcot Hall afford the maximum

possibility of establishing ducks and geese, it is to be hoped that

the above list of desiderata will be considerably shortened within a

few years.



WANDERINGS IN THE FAR EAST


By Sydney Porter


When the first frosts of autumn lay low the late summer flowers

and white mists hide the morning landscape and the last brown leaves

are trodden into the sodden paths and roadways, one’s thoughts turn

to warmer and brighter lands where the trees are always green and

flowers always bloom.


Some of us, blessed or cursed, as one may think, with the spirit

of the wanderlust, find no romance in the glow of the firelight on

the chilly winter evenings and instead of getting out our skis and

skates, we pack our bags, steal down to that gateway of the world,

the Docks of London, and there, with no tears, waving handkerchiefs,



