PRR Ly, 
THE WHITE-WINGED FLEEF 
(Gulls and Terns) | 
ONE beautiful summer morning, awaking to 
view again the splendid panorama of land and sea 
that is spread out before the bluffs of Manomet, 
we saw that during the night the mackerel- fleet 
had arrived. The sea for miles around was dotted 
with the white sails of the schooners, about forty 
being in sight. With the gentle breeze they were 
tacking back and forth, each with its group of 
keen-eyed fishermen on deck. Now and then an 
agitated appearance at some spot on the ocean 
surface betokened the rising of a school of macke- 
rel. At once we would see seine-boats hurriedly 
launched, and rowed out by their crews to surround 
the wary fish. For two days the fleet remained, 
making a scene of beauty and activity long to be 
remembered. Then we awoke to find that they 
had departed as suddenly as they had come, taking 
with them the charm that their presence had added 
to the surroundings. 
But there remained another white-winged fleet. 
Beautiful Terns were flitting over the sparkling 
water, and plunging headlong into it after an hum- 
bler finny prey. Before long the large white Gulls 
would come from the north, and patrol these shores 
in winter, when the Terns had sought a warmer 
clime. There is no class of birds more beautiful, 
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