VIRGINIA BIRD HOMES 
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Toward evening we landed upon Cobb’s Island at the life¬ 
saving station which stands on piles at the edge of the 
immense salt marsh. Here we were pleasantly entertained by 
“ Captain Jack ” and his family. A long bridge on piles leads 
across the marsh to the outer beach. These structures and 
a very few others loom above the water and the tops of the 
YOUNG COMMON TERNS, READY TO ESCAPE 
submerged grass at high tide, and are all that are left of 
a thriving village with schools and churches. The sea has 
claimed its own, and, never satiated, clamors for more. It is 
not man who will sav it nay. 
Next day we traversed the long bridge and found ourselves 
upon the ocean front, which was backed by a wonderful ridge 
extending perhaps a mile and composed entirely of shells, 
