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THE STORY OF THE 
TOLLING DUCK DOG 
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once be arrested, and after looking crit¬ 
ically at them, you may remark—as hun¬ 
dreds have done before—what kind of 
dogs are those, Chesapeake Bays, or what? 
If time is no object, the answer will prob¬ 
ably be that they are Tolling dogs, and 
when the explanation is forthcoming that 
they are used to toll ducks within range of 
the gun, your questions will come thick 
and fast, such as: Do they go in the water? 
—How far will ducks come to the dogs?— 
Do the dogs know they attract the birds ? 
—Will they retrieve the birds you shoot?— 
But if time is limited, you would likely get 
the answer: Oh, they are duck dogs, or 
just dog, I guess. 
We will suppose you are a duck shooter 
and are also skeptical, and came from Mis¬ 
souri and want to be shown, and it is 
finally agreed that we repair to where we 
know ducks congregate. It is not yet day¬ 
light when we reach our “blind” on the 
edge of the sandy shore of the bay. This 
blind is one I have tolled many a fine shot 
from, and is composed of three or four 
old lobster pots, which have been cast 
ashore in the surf, and a few old roots of 
trees—the whole covered with dead sea¬ 
weed, and just large enough to conven¬ 
iently hide us and the dog. Making our¬ 
selves as comfortable as possible, and pull¬ 
ing our coat collars up and our wool caps 
well down (for the month is December 
and terribly cold, the lakes are frozen and 
the ducks are now in their winter feeding 
grounds), you turn your head and see the 
yellow flicker of a lamp through the kitchen 
window in the farmhouse across the great 
salt marsh behind us, where we enjoyed 
the warmth from the big wood stove an 
hour ago, as our breakfast of fresh eggs 
and biscuit, washed down with steaming 
tea, was eaten, and you half wish yourself 
back there again. It is “star calm,” not a 
breath of air and very frosty. Our dog is 
curled up tight, his nose covered by his 
fox-like tail, and he is the only one of us 
three who is comfortably warm. But just 
listen to those blackducks as their trem¬ 
bling quack reaches us from out there in 
the bay! Buff hears them, too, and quick 
as lightning his ears prick as he raises his 
head. If you touch him now you will feel 
him trembling, but not with cold, only sup¬ 
pressed excitement. And now the east 
begins to pale, and presently objects 
are dimly discernible. Those old stake 
butts out there stuck up through the sand 
look like a flock of geese, while in the 1 
gray light the bridge spanning the North 
Creek looms up like a church spire. We 
hear the winnow of wings as ducks fly 
from the salt creeks where they have spent 
the night, and as they join their compan¬ 
ions in the bay in front of us they create 
quite a commotion among them. 
Presently we see a black line on the 
glassy surface of the water, which slowly 
develops into a flock of twenty birds or 
more. The tide is almost up to our blind 
this morning, and everything seems to 
favor us. The ducks are now in plain 
sight—foxy old beggars. Some of them 
know the danger zone of this shore from 
years of constant persecution. About two 
