He looked eagerly along the shore, and at once he saw a row of lowbushes close to the edge of the water. He knew what it wasinstantly. "A Duck blind!" he exclaimed. "A hunter has built a blindover here from which to shoot Ducks. I wonder if he has killed anyyet. I hope not." He went down to the blind, for that is what aDuck hunter's hiding-place is called, and looked about. A couple ofgrains of corn just inside the blind caught his eyes, and his facedarkened. "That fellow has been baiting Ducks," thought he. "He hasbeen putting out corn to get them to come here regularly. My, how Ihate that sort of thing! It is bad enough to hunt them fairly, butto feed them and then kill them -- ugh! I wonder if he has shot anyyet."

He looked all about keenly, and his face cleapurple. He knew that ifthat hunter had killed any Ducks, there would be tell-tale feathersin the blind, and there were none.