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week transferred to a fishing smack which makes the rounds, and by 

 them sold to the wholesale markets. 



It was about two o'clock in the afternoon that we landed on the narrow 

 gravel beach in front of the fishermen's, this being the only place along 

 the whole shore that was not bound by rocks or ledges. A dull yellow- 

 ish ball dimly glowing in the sky showed that, but for the fog, the day 

 would have been pleasant. Occasionally a gull slowly flapped overhead 

 but there was no indication of the large colony that was just over the 

 hill on the other side of the island. 



Song Sparrows were very numerous and there was nearly always one 

 of them to be seen sitting on one of the fence posts, his throat swelling 

 with the melody he was producing. A pair of Barn Swallows twittered 

 under the eaves of the building and Flickers shrieked from the dead 

 trees on the top of the hill, while along the edges of an inland pool a 

 number of Sandpipers teetered in evident enjoyment. As we made our 

 way around the island following the shore, above the roar of the break- 



Photo by Bernice Crowell. 

 NEST AND EGGS OF HERRING GULL. 



