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porting itself in a pool and a pair of Pigeon Hawks attacked me 
fiercely in a sheltered valley where the trees were of larger growth. 
On the ninth, we managed to reach the harbor of Old Romaine, a 
few miles down the coast and took refuge from the gathering storm 
which soon burst on us with great fury and prevented our depart- 
ure for five days. It was somewhere in this neighborhood that 
Audubon made a brief exploration of one of the islands and found 
“two eggers just landed and running over the rocks for eggs.” 
Much to my surprise, I found in one of the little Hudsonian islands 
of stunted spruce and fir and larch surrounded by arctic bog, a 
Maryland Yellow-throat in full song. Tree Sparrows were also 
nesting here and Horned Larks had their first brood on the wing 
and were singing and mating for the second brood. The Subarctic 
coastal strip is here of much larger extent than at its beginning at 
Natashquan. 
Great Black-backed Gulls, with their interesting ways and varied 
conversational notes were our constant companions; their nests 
and downy young were distributed over the islands, Double- 
crested Cormorants were continually flying back and forth and a 
few Caspian Terns were to be seen. Audubon recorded these as 
Cayenne or Royal Terns. Frazar also found them here in 1884 and 
Mr. Bent and I saw one at the mouth of the Natashquan River in 
1909. The Captain recognized the bird as “Je grand esterlette,” but 
failed to find for us their breeding place. 
On July 14, we were at last able to get off and shaped our course 
for Audubon’s first stopping place at Wapitagun. On our way we 
passed Audubon Island, so named doubtless, by Captain Bayfield 
in 1833, and we lay to at the mouth of Coacoacho Bay at Outer 
Island, which was crowded with seabirds. A few great Black- 
backed Gulls flew about but every inch of the summit of the small 
rocky island seemed occupied by Double-Crested Cormorants and 
Murres. Most of the adults of the former species left as we ad- 
vanced up the rock with cameras levelled and we soon found our- 
selves among the great nests of this species filled with young calling 
for food. Murres were everywhere about us and slow to take flight. 
The bare surface of the rock was covered with their eggs,— we 
counted one hundred in a space ten feet square,— but nearly all 
were befouled with the chalky, slimy excrements that covered every- 
