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calm, and we got out the long oars. As we rowed, I kept 
dropping out liver, and at length we waited, as a number of 
haglets, not inclined to fly without wind, alighted to eat the 
liver and swam after us. The skipper had managed to catch 
a few haddock and a single cod while I had been photograph¬ 
ing, and we dealt out frugally the scant supply of liver. But 
we had not enough to draw them very close, and presently it 
was all gone, so the birds left us and we rowed on. In time 
a light breeze started up, ruffling the glassy ocean and filling 
the sail. 
A little farther inshore we noticed a flock of both kinds of 
haglets darting eagerly about on the water. Changing our 
course, we ran close by them and saw that it was a school 
of bait they were chasing. In passing I secured a fine pic¬ 
ture of the whole scene in action. This time our drail was 
GREATER SHEARWATER. “THEY CAME FAIRLY NEAR” 
