AMONG THE WATER-FOWL 
sea broke considerably around on the other side; 
but here, fortunately, where the only beach was, it 
was under lee from the wind, and without any 
dithculty we ran the boat up on the little strip of 
stony shingle only a few rods long. 
On the left was a series of iadtere spiked to the 
rock, by which one could climb up the over one 
hundred feet of cliff, and here by the boat was the 
famous “crate,” a little open box or platform, with 
MURRES AND KITTIWAKES NESTING——FROM THE CRATE 
slab sides about waist high. Into this we put our 
baggage and then climbed in ourselves. The crank 
above began to turn, and we swung clear of the 
ground. ‘This was the ordeal which in time past I 
had somewhat dreaded, but which now seemed the 
pleasantest and most natural thing in the world. 
Before we realized it we were well up from the 
beach, which looked very small and far-away, when, 
at length, I ventured a downward glance. We 
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