Wanderings of a Naturalist 



A pair of choughs, calling querulously, made their way 

 across the hill to their roosting-place, and soon the full moon, 

 gradually asserting herself, shed on the breaking swell and 

 still waters of the deep Atlantic her silvery rays, so that the 

 whole world of hills and islands became transformed, and 

 the flashing rays of the lighthouse on Clare Island, shining 

 far across the dark waters, seemed insignificant beside the 

 brilliant moonlight. 



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