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XIII 
TRAPPED 
I NEVER hear any one mention Spring - Tide 
without thinking of an experience which I had 
whilst duck-shooting on the north-west coast of 
Scotland. 
On the afternoon of a certain autumn day I 
went out to try to shoot wild duck, the plan being 
that I should be landed with my gun and spaniel 
on a rocky islet in a certain sea loch, and that I 
should wait, taking what cover I could amongst 
the rocks, whilst the boat from which I was landed 
should be rowed up to the head of the loch in 
order to flush the wild duck of which there were 
always numbers there at that time of the year. 
It was known that on being disturbed the duck 
would fly down the loch towards the open sea, 
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