Image from page 208 of "Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land" (1905)
Authors: Job, Herbert Keightley, 1864-1933
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, a Petrel fluttered close round us several timeslike a bat, and a party of Loons uttered their long-drawn,wailing screams. At two A. M. the dawn was evident, and athalf-past two, in the broad daylight, we beached our craftat Grosse Isle, the skipper firing salutes with his gun to wakeup the fishermen to help haul up the boat. And then it wasthat he wittily bestowed upon the company, in the name ofthe great Magdalen LIniversity of the northern seas, thehonorary degree of S.S.D.,—sad sea dog, — which isto be granted only to those who successfully make the trip toBird Rock in an open boat. Arousing the family, sore and weary, we took to our beds,and slept till nearly noon, awaking to find that the expectedeasterly storm had set in, and the shore was white with break-ers. Once more we had been just in time. And yet, thoughfortune did favor us by a scant margin, we are not advisingothers, if they can possibly charter a sea-going vessel, toattempt the trip to Bird Rock in an open boat.
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PAIR OF HERRING GULLS. ALLOWED ME TO APPROACH CHAPTER X AMID NORTHERN SPRUCES AND SEA-GIRT ROCKS Deep from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring oceanSpeaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the tvail of the forest. Longfellow. WHENEVER, in making a camera-hunting trip tothe north, I begin to see the spruces and balsamswith their pointed tops, I seem to enter a specialsort of holiday atmosphere. The landscape is full of Christ-mas-trees. They are characteristic of the north, and I amconscious of being in a northern latitude. The air feels colder,whether it really is so or not. Indeed, I can almost imaginethat the branches of the trees are laden down with snow, andthat it is the Christmas season. I associate these trees, too,with the dearly loved mysteries of the migratory northern 172 WILD WINGS birds — rare and beautiful warblers, thrushes, and finches —which nest in the fastnesses of their densely tangled needle-foliage. Coastwise, I associate them with wave-lashed c
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