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again he flew to a distance and I almost lost him and then he 

 flew back towards me as I was on his trail; finally he went oS 

 without an adieu and I continued my tramp oceanward. 



Under the protected inshore bank where the curiously drift- 

 ing sands are burying the pine trees, a Downy Woodpecker and 

 two Red-breasted Nuthatches were hunting for a lunch and as 

 I came out in view of the ocean, high upon the sandbank, above 

 and to the rear of the lighthouse, I could see a single Gull beat- 

 ing its way up shore against the wind. It was over a half a mile 

 distant and I could only guess it to be a Herring Gull. I 

 tarried for a few minutes up in the lighthouse chatting with the 

 keeper. 



At times the winds blow the sands until they threaten to 

 smother the entrance to the lighthouse, but at present all is 

 swept clean at the base, but far to the rear the shifting dune has 

 been carried on like a rolling mountain, covering many trees 

 far beneath its crest. A hurried walk back to the town across the 

 bare sands and marsh shov/ed nothing new but a flock of eigh- 

 teen Snow Buntings feeding and flying ahead of me for a short 

 distance but apparently loath to leave the vicinity of the shore. 



