“Game was standing beside me on the bank, but I was too busy with the big greenheads and the little bluewings to notice him. I tried in a perfunctory way to mark down the ducks that I shot that fell off in the watery marsh. But the flight was so heavy that this task was nothing but a bewildered attempt and I realized that when the shooting was over the setter and I would have to do some tall swimming to get the dead ducks. When that time came it was almost dark and the setter seemed reluctant to come. He seemed interested in something a few yard: down the bank. I went there impatiently and what did I find but that Game had brought in every duck I had shot, and had them all laid out in a row on the bank. He must have gone in after them one after another as I shot; but I was so excited and the rain and duck wings together were making so much racket that I had not realized until the thing had been done what the setter had been doing.”