BEHIND THE VEIL IN BIRDLAND 



up, flew around, and then settled on a prominent mound about 

 one hundred yards away. There she waited until I had packed 

 up my cameras and tent, and carried them off. 



I did not have a long journey to my boat, but it was a 

 memorable one. On my back I had my cinematograph and bird 

 camera, tripod, and a stock of plates and films, together with 

 my tent with its framework of bamboo altogether rather a 

 heavy load. It was an exceedingly hot afternoon, and, while I 

 travelled the half-mile between the nest and the loch, a small 

 swarm of horse-flies followed me, and continually bit unguarded 

 portions of my body with a vicious stinging bite. But when 

 the water was reached the apparatus was safely stowed in the 

 boat, and stripping, I wallowed in the cool water before rowing 

 back to the gamekeeper's cottage. 



