BIRDS OF THE WAVE AND WOODLAND 



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robber, seated on its 

 eminence, overlooks 

 the townships of the 

 gulls, and as it pleases 

 takes manorial tithe 

 of the fish plunder 

 they bring up from 

 the sea, and of their 

 young, 



" Voracious from the billows' 

 breast 

 Marked far away, his des- 

 tined feast." 



Its cry is a cruel, 

 clear-ringing bark, 

 very characteristic of 

 the fierce baron of 

 the cliffs, and when 

 circling in company a 

 pair can be heard 

 yelping to each other 

 until eye and ear 

 together fail to catch 

 sight or sound of 



GUILLEMOTS 



them. When they 

 are young the sea eagles, as yet unconscious perhaps of their 



