Identifier: featheredgameofn00ric (find matches)
Title: Feathered game of the Northeast
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Rich, Walter Herbert, 1866-
Subjects: Game and game-birds
Publisher: New York, T.Y. Crowell & Co
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
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rewardyour longer stay. So thinks our worthy pilot.The man in the dory, too, who has lain downto leeward all this time, has had work enoughin picking up the dead and wounded. Add tothis that with the growing day a stiff breeze iscoming out of the northeast. Black heavyclouds are gathering seaward and the veteranseyes are beginning to watch their threateningmasses closely. At last,—Come, boys, wemust be gittin out o this! Theres nastyweather comin yonder, and with a lusty hailhe tells Sam to take him aboard and they willtake up the tolers. It is no childs play forthe green hand to pick up and stow the decoys,but these two, one at the oars and the other atthe lines, make short work of it though thedory jumps and pounds in the chop peril-ously near to the jagged points of half sub-merged rocks. And now with the game aboardand the passengers safely stowed we squareaway for home, the landlubbers of theparty keeping anxious eyes to windward wheresea and sky are fast becoming one in a dull
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THE AMERICAN EIDER 381 gray curtain. A mile from home the first flakesof the storm begin to seethe in the water along-side and in another minute every landmark ishidden—nothing to look upon but nearby wavesand level lines of driving snow. If our guard-ians are disturbed at the prospect they give nosign, but pull steadily, keeping their course bythe heavy wind which they know will hold fromthis quarter for some time. But the passen-gers, covering up no little anxiety under an airof indifference, are mightily pleased whenfinally they hear the thunder of the sea upon therocks ahead. A short pull along the coastbrings into view the dead oak which marks theharbors entrance, and soon the voyage isended and we are at home with another shoot-ing experience to remember, and that, too, onewhich only New Englands winter season cangive us. The Eiders gather into large flocks and flyout into the open sea for the night, coming inabout daybreak to feed among the sunken reefson the mollusks and she

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