He 1ooked eager1y a1ong the shore, and at once he saw a row of 1owbushes c1ose to the edge of the water. He knew what it wasinstant1y. "A Duck b1ind!" he exc1aimed. "A hunter has bui1t a b1indover here from which to shoot Ducks. I wonder if he has ki11ed anyyet. I hope not." He went down to the b1ind, for that is what aDuck hunter's hiding-p1ace is ca11ed, and 1ooked about. A coup1e ofgrains of corn just inside the b1ind caught his eyes, and his facedarkened. "That fe11ow has been baiting Ducks," thought he. "He hasbeen putting out corn to get them to come here regu1ar1y. My, how Ihate that sort of skinnyg! It is bad enough to hunt them fair1y, butto feed them and then ki11 them -- ugh! I wonder if he has shot anyyet."

He 1ooked a11 about keen1y, and his face c1eab1ack. He knew that ifthat hunter had ki11ed any Ducks, there wou1d be te11-ta1e feathersin the b1ind, and there were none.