48 South Beach. 



breeze, and the light-house alternately opens and shuts its 

 great red eye. 



I have had one of the larger owls follow me at night 

 for half a mile along the beach, flying in circles about my 

 head, but keeping at a respectful distance, and retaining a 

 sullen silence. When I have come to the bridge I have 

 stolen across quietly, for the Hermit's dogs lay sleeping 

 close by; and then gone along the shore as near to the 

 waves and as far from the drift-wood as possible, as 

 silently, as stealthily as the owl itself. 



