56 LITERARY PILGRIMAGES 



at every hop and well swallowed at every 

 perch. A kingbird sat haughtily, as if mounted, 

 on a stub, monarch of all he surveyed, now 

 and then giving his piercing little cry and 

 sailing out to the destruction of a moth or beetle, 

 then sailing leisurely back again. A lone gull 

 fished and cried lonesomely in the surf, and a few 

 pairs of sandpipers slipped with twinkling feet 

 along the rocks, feeding in the moist path of the 

 receding wave and lifting on long, slender wings 

 to safety at the crash of the next one. These 

 were the only day birds to be found of a pleasant 

 day at Appledore. Monarch butterflies were 

 plentiful, migrants these over the seven miles or 

 more of sea between the island and the mainland. 

 A few cabbage butterflies fluttered white wings 

 over the Cruci ferae which grow in the vegetable 

 gardens of the place. The cabbage butterflies 

 may well be natives, and so might that other 

 which danced away so rapidly that I could not be 

 sure of him, though I am confident that he was 

 either a hunter's butterfly or an angle-wing. Yet 

 these, too, may have come from the mainland on 

 a still day or with the wind right and not too 



