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at the multitude. I found the ceaseless movement of this 

 maze of white flakes exceedingly trying to follow, circling 

 about as they did at all heights from the level of the sea 



to four hundred feet. Constantly passing in and out and 

 crossing one another, it is a marvel that they do not collide, 

 but this never happens.^ As to attempting to count even 



* This also struck Sir Walter BuUer, who writing of a breeding-place 

 of the Australian Gannet off Westland, New Zealand, remarks, " They 

 were so closely packed together as they rose that it seemed to us quite a 



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