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back the rich colours it has been absorbing all day long. The birds 

 that have been feeding in the estuary are beginning to stream 

 seaward to spend the night on the bosom of the ocean. We know 

 that at John's cosy cottage, at the mouth of the river, a brown brant 

 and a pint of Hermitage await us. The canoe is headed into the 

 brilliant level rays of sunset lingering low down in the rosy west ; 

 so the curtain falls on a long day of ceaseless interest, spent on the 

 breast of the sea, under the boundless blue sky, the ozone from the 

 breeze and the successful sport tingling the blood like some rare 

 old vintage. 



