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Meanwhile, our perambulations had not 

 been in vain. Flocks of snow buntings 

 were seen here and there, and we spent a 

 long time in watching a trio of horned 

 larks. These were feeding amid some 

 stranded rubbish, and apparently felt not 

 the slightest suspicion of the two men who 

 stood fifteen or twenty feet off, eying their 

 motions. It was too bad they could not 

 hear our complimentary remarks about 

 their costumes, so tastefully trimmed with 

 black and yellow. Our loudest exclama- 

 tions, however, were called forth by a dense 

 flock of sea-gulls at the distant end of the 

 beach. How many hundreds there were I 

 should not dare to guess, but when they 

 rose in a body their white wings really 

 filled the air, and with the bright sunlight 

 upon them they made, for a landsman, a 

 spectacle to be remembered. 



Altogether it was a high day for two en- 

 thusiasts, though no doubt it would have 

 looked foolish enough to ordinary mortals, 

 our spending several dollars of money and a 

 whole day of time, in November, at that, 

 all for the sake of ogling a few birds, not 

 one of which we even attempted to shoot. 



