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became very rough and lumpy. Mr. Gatherer advised 

 strongly to return and run into some more sheltered 

 place, and take a few hauls with the dredge. His 

 dog, a large Newfoundland, became extremely sea- 

 sick. I was most anxious to get the petrels, and 

 urged strongly to get to Papa, saying that we 

 could get along the sheltered side of another island. 

 Mr. Gatherer pleaded hard to turn, representing that, 

 if we got to Papa, it might be still more difficult to 

 get back. 



" The boatmen seemed to be of my feeling not to 

 turn, and perhaps with as potent a reason as my own. 

 I wanted the petrels and the petrels' eggs, and, as 

 the men were hired by the hour, they wanted a longer 

 day's pay. One of the men sat at the helm ; the 

 other sat at the foot of the mast, with his face to the 

 helmsman, who, every now and again, gave orders to 

 the man to lower the sail, and it was down at once, 

 and, as soon as the circumstance was past requiring 

 the lowering, it was as speedily up again. 



"At last we reached the island. There was only 

 one house on it. Mr. Gatherer had told us that the 

 man and his wife of this house supplied a Mr. Dunn, 

 a dealer, with petrels and their eggs. Mr. Dunn was 

 a taxidermist, and kept a small inn, and went with 

 gentlemen on their hunting expeditions. At Papa 

 we were received kindly by the fisherman's wife. 

 Her husband was away with his boat. We soon 

 made inquiries for the petrels. I wished much to see 

 their nests. She said that she did not know them ; 

 that it was her husband that got them ; but when he 

 came home, which she expected he would do in a 



