THE GLAUCOUS-WINGED GULL. 
ly liveried messengers to prophesy of a world beyond. White for purity, pale 
blue for tremulous hope and reminiscence of heaven (when skies are dull) ; 
these, with a little black for tagging—recognition marks—compose the dainty 
costume of a full grown gull. The murky flood below gnaws sulkily at the 
underpinning of the wharfage, or recoils in turbid fright from dark secrets of 
vegetable outlawry; but the sea-birds, hovering over, spotless, graceful, 
debonair, make us forget our partnership of guilty knowledge, and pledge us 
to visions of the limpid ocean, all power- 
ful and all purifying. 
To and fro, forward and back, in and 
out, up, down, and around, 
moves the restless multitude 
From a Photograph, Copyright 
W. L. Dawson. 
FACING THE TIDE. 
GULLS IN EAST WATERWAY, SEATTLE 
when the hungry mood is on,—a twirling kaleidoscope of action. And, while 
the gulls are no songsters, not the least of their charms lies in the manifold 
cries, trumpet calls, croaks, barks, and screams, with which the birds mark the 
progress of their quest. And when a treasure of floating biscuits is discovered, 
how the screams rise to a grand medley of stridor, fierce, exultant, like the 
triumph of Tritons over smitten reefs! 
