. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . e her last call, they have seenno other human beings till now, save some fishermen wholanded on the twenty-ninth of May. All that terrible winterthey were frozen in. Navigation was closed. There was noneed to light the torch for mariners, or to fire the bomb sig-nals in the fog. All they could do was to maintain the strug-gle for existence. The ice enclosed them in November, andgranted a possible release not until the middle of May. Evennow they had received no letters or papers since Nov
. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . e her last call, they have seenno other human beings till now, save some fishermen wholanded on the twenty-ninth of May. All that terrible winterthey were frozen in. Navigation was closed. There was noneed to light the torch for mariners, or to fire the bomb sig-nals in the fog. All they could do was to maintain the strug-gle for existence. The ice enclosed them in November, andgranted a possible release not until the middle of May. Evennow they had received no letters or papers since his glass the keeper had seen us before we had comea mile from Bryon, and all hands set to work at once to writeletters, knowing that so small a craft could have no possibledestination bevond Bird Rock. And so, with tales of the TO BIRD ROCK IN AN OPEN BOAT 163 herds of seals which in thousands had been forced in aroundthe Rock during March by the jamming ice-floes, the eveningpassed. At midnight we retired, but before that we couldhear the screaming of the rising wind. The gale had started. PUFFINS LEAVING THE ROCK in again, two hours after we reached the Rock. Had we beenonly a little later, our plight would have been somethingunpleasant to contemplate. The night was short indeed, for at a reasonably early hourI was out among the birds. It was a magnificent sight! Thewind was blustering from the southwest, the sky clear, andthe sea an angry array of white-caps, with surges thunderingagainst the cliffs, and our landing-place a raging caldron ofbreakers. But the birds ! The keepers belief that they hadincreased during the last four years was certainly right. The i64 WILD WINGS ledges were crowded, the air was full of them. It takes awindy day to show Bird Rock at its best. Then the birds areconstantly in motion, apparently from the very love of that must incubate do so for but a few moments, andthen are of{ for a spin and circuit out over the water, ere
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