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ill a whirlpool on account of a lieavy groinid swell 

 and the rush of a current which came from a cave 

 close by. In a few minutes we landed on the 

 Doon, and hauled our craft liiuli and dry upon 

 a rock, wliich was almost as steep as the roof of 

 a liousc. 



We climbed to tlie top of the island, and then 

 along its narrow serrated ridge until we came to a 

 place where Finlay McQuien and his companion 

 could show us an example of tlieir skill with the 

 fowling rod. My l)rother descended to the very 

 brink of an awful precipice, and getting his camera 

 into such a ])osition as to counnand a view of a 

 rnind^er of Fulmar Petrels sitting on a narrow ledge 

 of rock, waited for the fowlers to descend. Finlay 

 Gillies tied a rope round the body of McQuien, who 

 stealthily crept down, rod in hand, until he came 

 witliin reach of the unsus|)ecting birds, when he 

 quietly pushed the instrument forward till the open 

 noose at the end was just in front of tlie head of 

 the one he had selected for his victim. By a 

 dexterous twist of the wrist tlie fatal circle of 

 horse-hair and Gannet quills fell round the neck 

 of the Fulmar, which instantly spread out its wings 

 and sprang forward, only to tighten the noose, 

 and by its fluttering frighten all its companions 

 away. As the bird was being brought up the 

 picture on the opposite i)age was taken. The two 

 small figures on the top of the high pinnacle of 

 rock in the illustration represent our friend Mr. 

 John Young and myself, who were watching the 

 sport from this Dantesque coign of vantage. 



In retracing our steps along the sunnnit of the 

 island we discovered a, Forked-Tailed Petrel's l)urr()W 

 c(jntaining several nests. We examined two of these, 

 and found that whilst one contained (pn't(> a liberal 



