NOTES FROM NORTH LINCOLNSHIRE. ¥y 
height at which they travelled. Once more, on September 8rd, 
they passed over in some numbers; last heard on the 16th. 
On August 12th, when so many of our countrymen were 
studying the habits of the Red Grouse and the best means of 
approaching him, I was off the Speeton Rocks in a yacht; fishing 
was the ostensible occupation, and although we hauled in the 
codlings and gurnard quickly, there was time to look at the sea- 
birds. There were Guillemots and Puffins innumerable, Kitti- 
wakes, Common and Arctic Terns, and some Lesser Terns. We 
did not, amongst all those thousands of birds on the water and 
passing us, see a single Razorbill. Is the Razorbill dying out 
at Flamborough? I can remember the days when it was very 
numerous there. The Puffin and Guillemot had young still on 
the cliffs, for the latter often passed with a small glittering fish 
held crosswise—probably a young whiting—and the former had a 
regular fringe of sand-launce dangling from their formidable beaks. 
This day we were much struck with the enormous number and 
variety of Acalephe which drifted past, from great fellows as big 
as parasols, raw and bloody-looking, reminding us rather too 
forcibly of a freshly-scalped head, dragging pink tentacles yards in 
length, to little transparent, delicately fringed cups and thimbles, 
with four pale blue or pink spots near the apex, shoals of which 
go yawning and gaping past in the most indolent fashion. Our 
lines, of which we had a great many out, constantly became fouled 
with the gelatinous tentacles of these creatures, turning the water 
into a sort of soup, and making it quite impossible to fish, for 
I soon found that with the least particle of this jelly-like matter on 
the bait, even the greedy Gurnard refused it. Fish seem to dread 
coming into contact with the tentacles, at which I do not wonder, 
having yet a vivid recollection of the irritation caused, after 
clearing one of the lines, and rubbing my eyes with my wet 
fingers. 
On August 23rd and 24th I noticed many of our smaller 
migrants in the Humber marshes,— Wheatears, Sedge-birds, Reed 
Warblers, Yellow Wagtails, and Whitethroats,—these all pass on 
their way very quickly, here one day and gone the next. 
On September 5th great flights of Lapwings and Starlings. 
On the 12th—hazy, 9.30 a.m.—I saw a flight of Martins, with 
some Swifts amongst them, from N.E. to 8.W., about three 
hundred feet high; they passed quickly, going at full migratory 
