46 BEACH GRASS 



ways advertises and never conceals its owner. 



On a February day, with wind in my favor, 

 I watched a couple of deer trotting together 

 through the dunes towards the beach. Looking 

 over the last wave of sand towards the beach, 

 they were evidently alarmed, perhaps by a 

 fancied or real scent from a human being, to me 

 invisible, threw up their flags, turned inland but 

 changing their minds, trotted in my direction 

 just inside the beach. I ran down to head them 

 off but they passed me within eighty yards, 

 bounding prettily over the beach grass. One of 

 their leaps measured twelve feet. 



Such lovely pictures of wild life remain long 

 in the memory. A few more are worth mention- 

 ing. One afternoon in mid-summer while sail- 

 ing at high tide down the Castleneck estuary we 

 saw a beautiful doe, very red and large, walking 

 slowly along the edge of the water by the Ven- 

 dome dune. Soon she turned inland and dis- 

 appeared beyond the dune. We landed and 

 crept to the top of the ridge and looked over. 

 There she stood, not over seventy yards away 

 on the white expanse of sand with her tail to- 



