AMONG THE WATER-Fow. 
climbed back to the top. My friend went off with 
his camera, and the Keeper came along, offering to 
pilot me about, taking me to the north side, the 
highest part of the island. Here was another de- 
scent by ladder, and the invitation was given me to 
o down to a fine Gannet colony. I accepted it, 
and followed my guide, not without considerable 
trepidation, down two ladders, about half way down 
thes jsprecipice: 
Here it was nec- 
essary to walk 
along a narrow 
ledge, barely 
wide enough for 
one’s feet, for 
about fifty yards 
ere wes cowlha 
reach a broad: 
safe promontory 
““A LINE OF MURRES EACH SITTING ON ITS at the CORN EI ot 
SINGLE EGG LAID ON THE BARE ROCK, the island. AME 
CLOSE IN UNDER THE OVER- 
HANGING CLIFF”’ 
first’ 1t seemed 
like courting a 
violent death to follow that strait and narrow 
way along the verge of destruction; but assured by 
the Keeper, and steady ing myself ie his big, brawny 
fist held out behind iii T passed safely through 
the ordeal, and breathed more freely when we 
reached the projection, where we could view two 
sides of the cliff. 
Upon the continuation of the same ledge, 
around the corner, was a splendid array of Gannets 
upon their nests. [he nearest were only about ten 
62 
