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calm, and we got out the long oars. As we rowed, I kept 

 dropping out liver, and at length we waited, as a number of 

 haglets, not inclined to fly without wind, alighted to eat the 

 liver and swam after us. The skipper had managed to catch 

 a few haddock and a single cod while I had been photograph- 

 ing, and we dealt out frugally the scant supply of liver. But 

 we had not enough to draw them very close, and presently it 

 was all gone, so the birds left us and we rowed on. In time 

 a light breeze started up, ruffling the glassy ocean and filling 

 the sail. 



A little farther inshore we noticed a flock of both kinds of 

 haglets darting eagerly about on the water. Changing our 

 course, we ran close by them and saw that it was a school 

 of bait they were chasing. In passing I secured a fine pic- 

 ture of the whole scene in action. This time our drail was 



GREATER SHEARWATER. "THEY CAME FAIRLY NEAR 



