BIRD-LIFE ON THE MOORS IN NOVEMBER. 



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one September afternoon. After several days' incessant rain, 

 fog, and strong east wind, suddenly the wind fell, then 

 shifted round by the south to west. In half an hour the rain 

 ceased, the murky cloud masses were driven back upon each 

 other — literally rolled together like a scroll, and hurled back 



GONE TO ROOST. 



Upon the North Sea. Then the bright rays of the sun com- 

 pleted as sudden and as perfect a transformation scene as 

 can be imagined. Under the effects of the genial change and 

 bright sunshine the soaked and dripping heather soon be- 

 gan to dry, and along the topmost ridges the Grouse rapidly 



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