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CRITISINGS 



THE CASCADES 



from the steward, and, breaking it into small pieces, 

 threw handf uls at a time into the water. 



Twenty or thirty of the birds would drop in a bunch 

 where the bread fell, and a lively scramble would 

 ensue for the coveted food. The lucky ones would 

 quickly corral it, however, when the whole flight, 



OUR FEATHERED FELLOW-PASSENGERS. 



would follow and soon overtake the 

 vessel. Then they would cluster around their patron, 

 cooing, and coaxing for more of the welcome bounty. 

 I took out my detective camera and made a number 

 of exposures on the gulls, which resulted very satis- 

 factorily. Many of the prints show them sadly out 

 of focus, but this w r as unavoidable, as I focused at 



