The Sea-birds’ Nursery 
ledge without any nest at all, while 
below them the restless sea is constantly 
breaking upon their island home. 
There is no approaching this home 
of theirs, except by boat. Long before 
you are near enough to land—if you can 
land at all, which is very often quite im- 
possible—you can hear the screaming of 
the various sea-fowl, and see their forms 
sitting on every rocky pinnacle, and 
flying in headlong fashion into the sea. 
Mingled with their cries is the noise 
made by the dashing of the heavy green 
waves on the base of their rocky abode, 
while the snowy foam scatters up the 
face of the precipitous sides, and falls 
back hissing into the water, then gathers 
up its strength for a fresh attack. 
On the lowest rocks, which jut out 
into the sea, sit rows of black figures in 
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