. Wanderings of a naturalist . Feeling the BLACK-BACKED GUILLEMOTS NESTING IN THOUSANDS ON ONE OFTHE STACKS OF MINGULAY. Mingulay of the Cliffs the sea. Many of the birds were carrying fish to theiryoung. Rain had commenced to fall before Mingulay was reached,and the outlook for our stay on the island was a none toopleasant one, nor did a playful^—so we were assured on ourreturn to civilization—bull, which knocked down one of theparty while he was wrestling with a heavy camping outfit,pinning him down and incidentally breaking our carefullypacked supply of eggs, tend to mak
. Wanderings of a naturalist . Feeling the BLACK-BACKED GUILLEMOTS NESTING IN THOUSANDS ON ONE OFTHE STACKS OF MINGULAY. Mingulay of the Cliffs the sea. Many of the birds were carrying fish to theiryoung. Rain had commenced to fall before Mingulay was reached,and the outlook for our stay on the island was a none toopleasant one, nor did a playful^—so we were assured on ourreturn to civilization—bull, which knocked down one of theparty while he was wrestling with a heavy camping outfit,pinning him down and incidentally breaking our carefullypacked supply of eggs, tend to make matters assume a morerosy prospect. After a night of mist and rain the next morning was wildand stormy, with half a gale blowing from the north-east,and the great cliffs on the western side of the island werefilled with the spirit of the storm. A heavy sea was running,and the long Atlantic rollers dashed themselves against theprecipitous rocks, hurling the spray far up their blackweather-beaten sides. So great was the force of the wind, and so insecure andwater-log
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