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darting around me on all sides in countless 

 flocks. I have no doubt this information was 

 correct, judging from their strange, fantastic 

 evolutions. Wheeling round and round, and 

 then descending suddenly like dwarfed sea- 

 eagles, though no farther than the surface of 

 the water, which they seemed disgusted at being 

 able to strike only with their beaks, not dive 

 into, they keep on all the while a cross-jabbering 

 kind of conversation with one another, somewhat 

 haply after the following fashion. 



"Ah! there you are, my friend, as saucy a 

 young grilse as ever swam ; I only wish I 

 could get a peck at your fat sides ! I'd soon 

 shew you how to behave yourself in the 

 presence of your betters ! Just look, brother 

 gull, at that big foilow rolling about there; 

 would' nt we walk into him, were he on shore for 

 a minute or two !" " Confound you, you little 

 wretch," screamed a disappointed marauder, who 

 made an unsuccessful dash at a guileless sea- 

 trout, a little nearer the surface than was safe. 



