58 THE BIRD WATCHER 
thus out of the wat®f, but Mr. Hoseason had seen 
them do so before, though not often. There was 
a fine joyous spirit in the thing—“ there is” joy, as 
well as “sorrow on the sea.” 
It 1s good to see an animal like this in this United 
Kingdom of ours—or at least in its seas—for, for 
a moment, it makes one think one is out of it, and in 
some wilder, more life-teeming part of the world. 
It is hard to have to live in a country, glorified as 
being “a network of railways,” and to have no taste 
for railways. Oh, wretched modern world of ugli- 
ness, noise, improvement and extermination, what 
a vile place art thou becoming for one who loves 
nature, and only cares for man in books !—the best 
books bien entendu. 
