100 OUR\LAST. HUNT OF THE SEASON 
from bough to bough. We did not find more 
nests on ‘Moorhen Island’ (as we named 
these shores), and so we rowed away, feeling 
like two explorers in an unknown land, 
L: MOoORHEN (WATER-HEN) YOUNG COCK ({-size) 
so seldom were these quiet bird haunts 
visited. 
A shelving shore and clean white sand 
invited us, and so we beached the boat and 
landed in a trice. Our quick approach dis- 
