BEHIND THE VEIL IN BIRDLAND 



wings spread, sailing over a Middlesex meadow, but he looked 

 gigantic, and seemed like a stranger in a foreign land ; but when 

 I looked upon him, with the towering peaks and vast valleys 

 above and below, and a vast, far-stretching arena of rugged 

 grandeur around him, I realised that to appreciate this powerful 

 bird, we must see him in his own home. It is a home he loves 

 too, where from the grey cliffs he can look out upon a great 

 desolate landscape, where for hundreds of years past he and his 

 ancestors have reigned supreme, veritable Birdland kings, from 

 which all other wild creatures have fled in terror. And as we watch 

 this monarch of the air, soaring high up over the lonely hills and 

 valleys, or sailing from crag to mountain-top, we seem to realise 

 what a glorious and wonderful thing true flight really is. 



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