116°> OUR. LAST “HUNT (OF, 2H SEASON. 
precipitately. We thought that they were 
concerned about a tree which had been chosen 
for a nest which they had begun. It was a 
second nest, but no eggs had been laid as yet. 
We named the island after them, for they 
had sole possession of the place. No other 
birds had ventured to intrude, well knowing 
that if eggs were laid close to these haunts, 
they would form a speedy meal for these 
bold marauders. Indeed they might have 
paid more dearly still, and sacrificed their own 
lives, for cannibals they doubtless are, these 
birds with feathers black, and beaks that 
love both living and dead meat. ‘ Perhaps 
another time,’ said I, ‘ we’ll pay these sable 
tyrants a lengthier visit and at an earlier 
date.’ 
Just after this we spied, away down on the 
mainland. shore, our friends the swans, the 
three young cygnets they had hatched in May 
(now some three weeks old), sunning them- 
selves, their parents looking fondly on, upon 
the bank. ‘A snapshot if they will only 
stop!’ And stop they did, letting me have 
