210 MASS (Wadley) Oct 13th 1875. (Oct. 13) to call them by frequent repetition of a low complaining moan. For a few moments all was still then one after another they appeared flitting up through the trees, silent and intent, curious evidently; at last they came directly over my head and I killed two of them. Suddenly timing our progress as we were at Sam Woods front pond just before sunset and as I had anticipated that little sheet of water was losing its very loveliest, the sun glancing in through the pines on the West side throwing portions of its surface into mirror like bank reflecting shadow and lighting up most gorgeously the golden yellow bricks on the Eastern shore. Distinct were rising all over them and some huge fellars sent the rings fairly from shore to shore. Animal life seemed to be here congregated shipwrecks "shucked" on all sides and in the breathing stillness the rustle of every leaf stirred by this merry scampering came distinctly to the ear. While sitting near the waters edge enjoying the surpassing beauty of the place and hour we heard suddenly the light silvery whistle of wings overhead and the next moment a flock of about ten wood ducks came bursting down into the pond; seeing us shown they ran again over the tree tops