OcEAN WANDERERS 
seize my prize, when there came a sudden reviving. 
Wings were spread, and away it went, right from 
under my very nose. I felt the keenest disappoint- 
ment sunt, onthe r,eturn). trip, another of ithe 
unknown birds came in sight. With  palpitating 
heart I threw out livers, and as eagerly did it accept 
the invitation. This time the bird was mine, and 
subsequent research identified it as Corey’s Shear- 
water, which had been newly discovered to science 
only a couple of years previously, in the very same 
locality. As far as I know, I was thus the second 
naturalist to secure a specimen. ‘This is the nearest 
I ever came to being the discoverer of a new species 
of bird. I saw that day one other specimen, and 
thought that all of them acted precisely like their 
more familiar relatives. 
When I compare the two common Shearwaters, 
I recall little that is distinctive, other than their 
colour. ‘The Sooty fellow seems a little the heavier 
built, but this does not appear to affect its flight. I 
love to watch either of them fly. On a windy day 
when, away out there on the boundless deep, the 
swells are assuming almost alarming proportions, 
and the advancing wall of water menaces the little 
white-winged sailing-craft that lies deep down in 
the hollow, the Shearwaters are in their element. 
With quick beatings of wing they dash past in the 
teeth of the breeze, dirigible flying-machines that 
they are. Now they set their wings, fully extended 
and slightly depressed, and scale along the trough 
of the sea, the tips of the wings almost touching 
the water. Then they turn, and shoot up over the 
breaking crest of the wave, the blast turning them 
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