more than the Indian child, which sometimes runs beside 
them. 
_ Their very numbers is a danger to them. Evena white- 
haired old man was heard to say as he passed along a dock 
above a flock of these tiny birds feeding on the pebbles be- 
low, “Oh! if I only had a shotgun!” Such a man might 
shoot at butterflies with a cannon but this is not real sports- 
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bey 
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manship! There is another way to hunt sandpipers which 
is much more enjoyable to all concerned. 
The evening the above flock was seen, a friend was told 
about the birds and wished so much to see them that down 
she went to her small dory and pulled along the shores into 
the shadows, where she waited, hoping that they had not 
yet gone. The setting sun was painting the cloud masses 
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