TO BIRD ROCK IN AN OPEN BOAT 
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work on the nest and eggs of a Blackpoll Warbler, we re¬ 
turned to the house, ate dinner, packed our bags, and were 
off at two o’clock under two sprit-sails, with a moderate, fair 
wind. Bryon lies twelve miles to the north, and Bird Rock 
twelve miles farther to the northeast. 
GANNETS AND MURRE LEAVING NESTS 
(One of the Gannets is in the mottled second-year plumage) 
Every hour, as we proceeded, the heavy ocean swell seemed 
to go down. “ \\ hat do you say,” said I to the skipj^er, ‘‘to 
keeping on for Bird Rock to-night ?” “I was just thinking 
of that myself,” he replied. “ Suppose we land on Brvon and 
look over on the north side, and, if the surf is not heavy, trv 
our luck?” At five o’clock we ran into a cove and leaped 
out upon the cobble-stones, where the “ king ” of Bryon Island 
gave us a royal reception. Keeping a little store, he sells 
supplies to the few fishermen who during the lobster season 
