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WILD WINGS 



and the " skeets " and flies become so intolerable that even 

 the few settlers leave for a time. Some day parts of it may 

 be drained off and settled, but now as I voyaged past the 

 wooded shores, save in a few spots out towards Cape Sable, 

 there was no sign of human life, no voice to break the still- 

 ness but the squawk of some heron, the croak of the ibis, and 

 the angry murmur of the venomous insect swarm. \\'ho 

 would seek out such a region unless impelled by the spirit of 

 adventure and the love of the wild things that still find there 

 a partial retreat from the encroachments of man ? 



YOUNG ROSEATE SPOONHILLS IN NEST 



