128 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
I had been so interested in the rock that the 
boat was forgotten, until looking in its direction, © 
I saw that it had spread its wings and was now 
quite close to me, a faint air having blown it in. 
Taking the punt back, the others insisted on land- 
ing before we had breakfasted, after which another 
visit was made to the birds, and photos of gulls 
taken, then we visited the shore of the bay and find- 
ing nothing of interest, we returned to the Cambria. 
Having spent a delightful morning we now dis- 
cussed with Captain Davis our next move. The 
faint breeze was an advantage if our propellers 
would go, as it was cool and pleasant, but if we had 
to make our entire trip under canvas, it would be 
slow work, indeed. However, we had nothing else 
to do. 
The Captain thought that there might be more 
wind away from the land, so we stood out of the 
bay, and then put the boat on her course for Egg 
Island, which lies between Antelope and Fremont. 
While she was gliding onward, we again amused 
ourselves with the engine, to no purpose. The 
breeze freshened a little and we began to run down 
our latitude pretty fast, so that by the time dinner 
was over, we had reached Egg Island, and the an- 
chor was dropped about four bells in the after- 
noon. EHgg Island, which is several acres in extent, 
lies very low and is covered with large rocks. 
Numbers of gulls hovered over it or sat on the 
rocks and watched us. Our main object in coming 
to this island was to find whether the double-crested 
cormorant (Ptralacrocoraz dilophus) nested there. — 
