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WILD WINGS 
and the“skeets” and flies become so intolerable that even 
the few settlers leave for a time. Some day parts of it may 
be drained off and settled, but now as I voyaged past the 
wooded shores, save in a few spots out towards Cape Sable, 
there was no sign of human life, no voice to break the still¬ 
ness but the squawk of some heron, the croak of the ibis, and 
the angrv murmur of the venomous insect swarm. \A"ho 
would seek out such a region unless impelled by the spirit of 
adventure and the love of the wild things that still find there 
a partial retreat from the encroachments of man ? 
YOUNG ROSEATE SPOONBILLS IN NEST 
