AMONG THE WaTER-FOWL 
On. the’ Fourth ‘of: July, the steamer varsived 
about the middle of the morning, and, bundled up 
in overcoats and winter clothing, we bade farewell 
to these wintry but interesting islands, in two days’ 
travel reaching a temperature of one hundred in the 
shade in sweltering New England, when we wished 
we were back again among the Murres. Our 
experience tallied with that of the Gloucester fisher- 
man who remarked that he had experienced three 
winters in one year—one at the Grand Banks, one 
in Gloucester, and a third with the summer mack- 
erel Heet at the Magdalen Islands. 
Better even than the Magdalens for the study of 
certain of these species that we are considering are 
some other places that I have visited. As for the 
Double-crested Cormorants, though I have not as 
yet been privileged to visit their ‘breeding-erounds 
on the clifts of Newfoundland and Rabson I have 
become very familiar with a fine colony of chee in 
the West, which I shall describe in another chapter. 
Regarding the Ravens and Black Guillemots, though 
they abounden in the very far North, I do not know 
where they can be more easily and safely observed 
than on our own coast of Maine. Here their 
Mecca is the islands of Penobscot Bay, and they 
are accessible without risking one’s life on the 
terrible cliffs of the northern seas. For want of 
such cliffs, where a nest is practically safe, the 
Raven considers a spruce tree amid the thick foresee 
of the lonely islets’ as. the likeliest shelter. “Here 
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