object of alarm. The flight of the ptarmigan is strong, rapid and at times sustained 

 for a considerable distance, though usually they fly but a few hundred yards before 

 alighting again. It resembles that of the prairie hen, consisting of rapid flappings 

 of the wings, alternating with the sailing flight of the latter bird. The note is a loud 

 cackle, somewhat like the prairie hen, yet quite different ; and when uttered by a 

 large flock together, reminds one of the confused murmur and gabble of a flock 

 of shore-birds about to take wing. It is a gregarious bird, associating in flocks 

 throughout the year, except in the breeding season. 



"The colors of the bird closely resemble those of the surrounding objects, at 

 all seasons of the year. In its summer plumage of speckled black and gray, it is 

 very difficult to detect while sitting motionless among the gray and lichen-covered 

 rocks. The ptarmigan is apparently well aware of this, and often squats and 

 remains quiet while one walks past, trusting to its resemblance to the surrounding 

 rocks to escape observation. In summer the white areas of the plumage are com- 

 pletely hidden while the bird is squatting, although plainly visible on the wing ; in 

 winter the first appearing black specks are concealed beneath the white feathers ; 

 and at this period, I am informed, is almost indistinguishable from the snow. On 

 being pursued, it will dive into the snow and reappear at a considerable distance." 



The Sea Gulls 



By Elizabeth E. Elliott 



WhirHng and dipping with stately wings. 



The sea gulls float over the bay. 

 Scanning the water with sharpest eyes, 



All ready to pounce on their prey. 



Broad pearl-gray wings with ebony tips. 

 And breasts like the purest of snow, 



Now resting lazily in mid-air, 



And now dashing to depths below. 



Now with their heads tucked under their wing.- 

 They sleep on old ocean's calm breast, 



Now after battling with fiercest gales, 



On the stern rock-bound coast they rest. 



Scavengers of the shore we know them, 

 Cleansing all refuse from the beach. 



While o'er the sea "Akak" "Kakak" 



Echoes their wild, discordant screech. 



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