A Trip to the Farallones. 



cliff above us, and, lowering a skiff 

 which hung suspended from a sling, 

 rowed out to take us ashore. Once 

 safely landed we climbed up the long, 

 ladder stairway to the level bluff whence 

 the roadway leads around to the light- 

 house settlement. Having fasted for 

 thirty-six hours it was annoying to be 

 overcome by seasickness and to be 

 compelled to take a cup of tea in lieu 

 of breakfast. However, time was pre- 

 cious, and, as we had come on a scien- 

 tific excursion, we were determined to 

 make the best of it. The eggers 

 started early on their morning's round, 

 so we trudged along after them as 

 briskly as we could. 



It may be well to digress a few mo- 

 ments to explain the vocation of egging 

 as carried on at the Farallones a few 

 years ago. The Q.gg of the California 

 murre was found to have possibiUties, 

 as a marketable commodity, of being 

 converted into omelettes and sundry 

 other mysterious dishes in the San 

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