Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-12-11

pretty tiresonle at first. 1t is cold and
damp morning. The thick fog hangs
around you. You lay cramped and
still in your coffin like box, with your
half cooked gun across your knees.
every nerve strained in preparation for
the shot Which you hope soon to have a
chance to make. Your companion gives
you points, describes the swift flight Of
the duck, and hopes you are "quick on
the trigger" You are to take care of
your side of the water. You lie still.
and listen, as through the gray fog coma
sounds thai grow more and more sig
nficant. "Qnack, quack!" You heard
that before. hut you did not notice it.
Now the "quacks" float in through tho
heavy air in every direction. A beating
of the water and whir of wings almost
causes you to start up The report of n
distant gun sounds from the shore, and
another and another from the water.
All. the fun has begun. But where are
the ducks? You hear their discordant
calls in every direction. Once or twice
you have seen dim black body cross
in swift flight far up in the foggy at.
mosphere. What is that? A sound
like the beating of innumerable pad
dies OIL the water, the whir of thousands
of wings, and rush through the air
that fairly takes your breath away.
"Only u rank of ducks rising" says
your companion.
You wait and wait How tiresome it
is! You are shivering with cold, and
cramped with pain. The fog has grown
thinner, and you see an occasional
small flock of ducks crossing the sky
far above you. The reports of distant
guns grow less frequent You get dull
and indifferent Ha! Your companion
suddenly rises, and fires--bang! bang:--
directly across your body. Down tumbles
duck right among the decoys on your
side.
THAT was your shot, but had to take
him. lie says
Now you are aroused and all excite
ment again. Every nerve quivers, and
your heart thumps so that you think
your companion must hear it. The
leaden minutes drag on. Suddenly a
dark object crosses your sight and you
raise and fire both barrels aimlessly and
recklessly after it as i. disappears in
the gloom. You sink back disappointed.
feeling that you have missed.
Hes a sailor" remarks your com.
panion. who has been peering intently
through the fog
"A sailor! What's tlat?"
"You hit him all right, but his wings
were spread. and he sailed off obliquely
to the water. Well find him after q
while.
You now feel secure and confident
You are no longer cramped or cold. and
you wait cheerfully and alert for your
next shot, It comes again-you miss.
The next time, however, you score a
hit Then you call for the boat. and
change places with your waiting com
panions on the sloop, while one OF tho
crew rows about and picks up your
floating game.
Such is duck shooting when you have
luck. Sometimes you don't have ino1'
and there is no excitement. and no ie0
ompense for cramped limbs and chile1
frame.
There is no sport more exciting Una"
duck shooting when the ducks ~
plenty and not too wild the WIZ VIZ
has seen at one time three or -FOUR ra"A
Of ducks on the Chesapeake. eacn
mile long. and composed OF innune
able thousa nds OF fowl When one u
those ranks arose the air was oarHeneu
by flying wings and the noise was ~ s'tr'
like that Of Niagara u u n