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the immediate localities of the nests, the excitement increased. 
Nearer and nearer they swooped toward us, and now one of 
their most interesting habits was shown. Like night-hawks, par- 
tridges and other land birds, they simulated weakness and ex- 
treme disablement. No other species in the vicinity practised this 
deceit, but there was no mistaking the intentions of the Skimmers. 
They exerted themselves to the utmost to decoy us away, and al- 
Ways in one direction—toward the sea. The birds swooped at us 
from right or left, and when close turned sharply outward and 
flapped slowly toward the water, keeping close to the sand. They 
struck forcibly with their breasts every hummock of sea-weed in 
their path, and their progression until they reached the edge of the 
breakers was a succession of bumps. When only hard damp 
sand was in their path they lowered their tiny red feet, and partly 
broke the force of the concussion. When we actually reached the 
eggs of the outlying nests of the colony, the owners redoubled 
their efforts, and it was a strange sight to see several go bounding 
along, occasionally rolling head over heels and lying still a mo- 
ment, perhaps weakly waving one wing. When they saw that all 
their efforts were unavailing, the whole flock flew to the edge of 
the water and alighted. Here they remained until we left the 
vicinity of their eggs. When thus resting at a distance they 
looked more like little top-heavy wooden manikins, or a lot of 
badly made decoys, than like living birds. 
We found it a very pleasant experience to leave our tents at 
the first hint of dawn and walk up the beach, this proving a very 
favorable time to study the birds, as they seemed less wary at 
this early hour. The weird ghost-crabs scurried away before us 
like silent sand-wraiths, and disappeared into their tunnels. 
They abounded everywhere, and it was quite startling, at first, to 
awaken in one’s tent and see several of these little creatures, twid- 
dling their absurd stalked eyes at the entrance of their newly dug 
burrow at one’s bedside. If a heavy dew had fallen during the 
night and no wind had disturbed the sand, we could read on its 
surface, or on newly fallen snow, the record of every creature 
which had stirred. Here a worm had burrowed to the surface, 
crawled some distance and vanished, but the imprint of a pair of 
gull’s feet near by explained the mysterious disappearance. Far- 
ther on we noticed a crab encircling a Skimmer’s eggs with his 
complicated trail—a mark more sinister than we then supposed. 
A picture of another Skimmer’s nest taken in the early morning, 
shows evidence of her faithfulness; her tracks to the nest, the 
impression of her forked tail and the deep lines where her lower 
