"The 'coy-ducks wean't be hungry and come for their food, so we'll wait for another time." "Don't the 'coy-ducks ever go right away, Dave ?" asked Tom, as the boat was being quietly poled back.
"Sometimes; but not often, and if they do some others taks their places, and stops.

They get fed reg'lar, and that's what a duck likes.

Good uns to eat, ducks.

They mak' nests and bring off broods of young ones, and keep to the pool year after year, and seem to know me a bit; but if Chip here went barking among 'em, or I was to go shooting, they'd soon be driven away." "But do they know that they are leading the wild ducks into the pipe ?" said Dick eagerly.
"_Not_ they.

Ducks can't think like you and me.