MOTHER CAREY'S CHICKENS 87 



wings of the stormy petrels, some of them, I felt 

 sure, the swift shadow wings of Mother Carey's 

 chickens that I had so longed to hear come winnow- 

 ing in from afar on the sea. 



The drizzle thickened. And now I heard the 

 breathing of the sleeping men beside me ; and under 

 me I felt the narrow shelf of rock dividing the waters 

 from the waters, and then I, too, must have slept; 

 for utter darkness was upon the face of the deep. 



