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ever come across. One bright April morn- 

 ing, I climbed up the three hundred feet 

 of sloping slate cliff and was able to get 

 within about ten feet of the nest, and as I 

 approached the two old birds became very 

 vicious and circled over my head calling 

 loudly. I thought that here was a good 

 opportunity for obtaining photographs of 

 the birds, for they repeatedly settled on 

 the rocks not more than four yards from 

 me. I exposed a few plates that morning, 

 and decided to make another visit with a 

 companion. A few days later the local 

 gamekeeper accompanied me, and long 

 before we were able to get to the nest 

 the birds began calling. I was equipped 

 with a good supply of plates, and placed 

 myself on a convenient ledge on the face 

 of the cliff and level with the nest. The 

 female bird was far more bold than her 

 mate, and she mounted up to about one 

 hundred and fifty feet above our heads, 

 then came down like a great feathered 



