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Title: With fly-rod and camera
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Samuels, Edward A. (Edward Augustus), 1836-1908
Subjects: Fishing Fishing
Publisher: New York, Forest and Stream Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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. At everyfew rods we flushed small flocks of ducks, but they hadbeen alarmed at the firing and arose always beyond gun-shot. At length, as we were drawing near to the end ofnavigable water, the trees and underbrush growing upamong the swale, the Indian paused and motioned to aclump of lily pads and grass but a few rods from thecanoe. I carefully scanned the spot, but, saving a slightripple, could detect nothing. Keeping perfectly motion-less and closely watching, at length we caught a glimpseof a duck, as it appeared, and in an instant it was gonebeneath the surface. Leweys could not understand it. Where he gone?he whispered; he here a minute, den gone. What thebird was that dived so quickly from sight I knew at once,the habits of the grebe being familiar to me, but LittleIndian, as we called Leweys (to distinguish him fromSepsis, whom we called Big Indian), was not satisfied,and would not believe that it was not a duck adoptingthis, to him, novel mode of escape, and I was obliged to
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168 With Fly-Rod and Camera. shoot the bird to show that I was right in my declarationof its identity. At the report of my gun it seemed as if the wholemeadow was changed to a swarm of ducks—in all direc-tions they arose in clouds, and the beating of their wingsand their loud cries for an instant deprived me of thepower of action ; but quickly I selected a thick bunch andsent among it the contents of my second barrel. Threefell, a black duck and two whistlers; one of the latterwinged and consequently able to escape, which he ulti-mately did, taking covert in the swale. This was not theonly bird that we lost on the bogs during our trip, butowing- to the treacherous character of the mud we couldnot walk upon it; the whole surface undulated at everystep, and if we for an instant paused we felt ourselvessinking. If one breaks through the upper surface, downhe goes, out of sight in an instant. The formation of these bogs is well known. Thestreams and rivers bring down during their spring

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