THE GREAT BLACK-BACKED GULL. 189 



tell me he is now rare where I first knew him. I 

 should be sorry to know that he had left that coast 

 for good. Yet never again may I see him as I saw 

 him last, after a storm, tearing away at something 

 that was tangled in the wreckage left by retiring 

 waters on the sands something that caused me 

 to go quickly out of sight, both of it and the cob. 



