210 WHERE ROLLS THE OREGON 



The next day brought more wet and wind and 

 chill. There might be a week of it, our prophet 

 had said ; and there was a week of it, as it turned 

 out. The captain steamed in that afternoon and 

 took us off, amid the din of a million screaming, 

 bellowing voices. 



The next time I climb Shag Rock I shall go 

 storm-proof; for I yet intend to hear the winnow- 

 ing wings of Mother Carey's chickens as they 

 come in from the sea to take their turn on the 

 nest. 



