OUR FIRST LANDINGS 65 



humble venture we had before us. And I thought it 

 so hard on Hyland. 



But the men pulled off. 



While we were arranging the tent old Sailor was 

 sniffing round, and came to a halt on the top of the bank, 

 his ear cocked, pointing down into a crevice. There, 

 far down, we found a snow-bunting's nest which held 

 six eggs. It was a pretty incident, and I took it for 

 a good omen. 



The sun was getting higher, and the river floes and 

 all the banks were flashing wonderfully. 



We could not have landed at a more delightful hour ; 

 and we were in the best of spirits. 



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