44 By Leafy Ways. 



looked out over the troubled sea ; have seen the sun 

 go down behind the far horizon, and watched the 

 flying colours fade out of the fiery sky as the world of 

 waters grew cold and dark under the veil of the 

 descending night. 



Traditions of this ancient haunt go back to the high 

 days of falconry, when young eyasses taken here were 

 sent even into Scotland to be trained for the chase. 



No spoiler now harries their lonely eyrie. He 

 must have been a bold climber who ventured down 

 that perilous overhanging steep, at whose base leap up 

 for ever the surges of the hungry sea. Here, safe in 

 their rocky fastness, year by year the fierce young 

 falcons spread their strong pinions, and plunge down 

 from the rocky threshold, with 



' The sudden scythe-like sweep of wings that dare 

 The headlong plunge through eddying gulfs of air.' 



