FRAGMENTS FROM THE SEASHORE. 247 



STONE HOUSE FOR PHOTOGRAPHING 

 OYSTER-CATCHER. 



whose kindness I shall ever remember with grati- 

 tude, for in spite of the fact that both calendar 

 and length of day declared we were close upon 

 midsummer, a bitter nor'-easter made the shade 

 air feel a good deal more like Christmas. 



After a hurried visit to the hinterland of the 

 cave in search of more driftwood wherewith to 

 bar up the entrance to the stone house effectually, 

 I entered, enveloped in my friend's great home- 

 spun overcoat, put a plate into position, and 

 knelt down behind the camera. Angus securely 

 barred me in with the fragments of plank, and 

 then walked away, whistling some tune which 

 appeared to be urging all the world to cheerfulness, 



