THE NIDIOLOGIST. 



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GREAT MURRE ROO 



murmur and break upon the shore; but to 

 sail upon the broad, heaving bosom of the 

 ocean gives an impression of profoundness 

 and majesty, that, by contrast, becomes a 

 source of peaceful pleasure. There is a 

 vastness, around, above, beneath you, as 

 wave after wave, and swell after swell, 

 lifts your tiny vessel upon its seething sur- 

 face, as though it were a leather — a floating 

 atom upon the broad expanse of waters. 

 Then, to look into its shadowy depth, and 

 feel the sublime language of the Psalmist: 

 'O Lord, how manifold are thy works ! in 

 wisdom hast Thou made them all: the 

 earth is full of thy riches. So is this great 

 and wide sea, wherein are things creeping 

 innumerable, both small and great beasts. 

 There go the ships. There is that levia- 

 than, whom Thou has made to play therein. 

 These wait all upon Thee; that Thou may- 

 est give them their meat in due season. 

 Thou openest thy hand, they are filled with 

 good. Thou hidest thy face, they are 

 troubled.' 'They that go down to the sea 

 in ships, that do business in great waters, 

 these see the works of the lyOrd, and his 

 wonders in the deep. ' 



KERY— FARALLONS 



"Bright and beautiful slept the morn- 

 ing, as a light breeze blowing gently from 

 the mountains, sped us on our way. Object 

 after object became indistinct and less, as 

 we left them far behind us. 



"At last we near the Farallones. Now 

 the air is literally filled with birds — birds 

 floating above us, and birds all around us, 

 like bees that are swarming. 



"The anchor is dropped in a mass of 

 floating foam on the southeast, and shel- 

 tered side of the island, and, in a small 

 boat we reach the shore. 



"lyooking at the wonders on every side, 

 we were astonished that we had heard so 

 little about them; and, that a group of 

 islands like these, should lie within a few 

 hours sail of San Francisco, yet not be the 

 resort of nearly every seeker of pleasure 

 and ever^- lover of the wonderful. 



"It is like a vast menagerie. Upon the 

 rocks adjacent to the sea, repose in easy 

 indifference thousands — yes, thousands — 

 of sea lions, that weigh from two to five 

 thousand potinds each. As these made the 

 loudest noise and to us were the most curi- 

 ous, we paid them the first visit. When 



