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to Norway a ridge of shoal-water extends across the North Sea. From Caith- 
ness to Iceland is a still more marked one, having but one comparatively 
narrow, deep, gap in its whole extent. This was once above the surface of the 
water, the Fzeroe Isles being now the only part of it that so remains. As now, 
so then, the birds followed the coast line of this land, and though the land has 
disappeared ages ago beneath the waves of the Atlantic, the geese of this 
century come and go the same way in safety. 
But it matters not—wherever we turn, or what individual we 
analyse throughout the whole kingdom of winged creatures; whether 
it is the wonderful power of the Frigate Bird—the deadly and 
magnificent swoop of the Falcon—the swift running of the Ostrich 
—the sagacity of the Raven—the dazzling plumage of the Humming 
Bird—the marvellously beautiful nest of the Chaffinch—or the 
ingenuity of the Tailor Bird, which actually sews leaves together 
to form its nest with a thread of its own making—we always arrive 
at the same conclusion, and can but exclaim with the Psalmist of 
old: “Oh Lord, how woNDERFUL are thy works ; in wisDoM hast 
thou made them ALL.” 
