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WILD WINGS 



thought wistfully of my family up in Connecticut eating ice 

 cream in the cool shade ! 



At quarter of one I seemed to be no nearer succeeding 

 than I had been the morning before. All my resources were 

 exhausted, and I was about ready to quit, when suddenly the 

 hovering gull threw up her wings, and down she went. As 

 I was two hundred yards away, I could not be sure that 

 she was really on her eggs. So I waited five minutes, and 

 then, seeing nothing more of her, I carefully and slowly drew 

 the thread taut. Almost as soon as I stood up, the gull flew, 

 evidently from the nest. 



This made me feel that at any cost I must have just one 

 more picture. So I changed the plate, set the shutter again, 



LAUGIIINT, <-,VII. ON HER NEST 



