THE O. & O. SEMI-ANNUAL. 39 
The Black-poll Warbler, is one of the latést of our migrating 
birds. His transit is made under the cover of the foliage, and thus 
his travels are nearly as secluded as his home in the distant forests 
of the north, towards which he is so laggardly journeying. The few 
skins in my cabinet told no tale of their origin or habits, and the 
knowledge I possessed of these birds, was but a brief page in their 
history ; hence, when one spring I sailed northward, leaving my Mas- 
sachusetts home just as their van arrived from the south, I wondered 
if I would be permitted to discover the sequel to their northern 
travel. 
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Darker and darker gathered the lowering clouds o’er the storm- 
beaten precipitous cliffs of Grand Manan. Great banks of fog driv- 
en by the southern wind shut ever and anon from our gaze, the little 
rock-bound harbor we were trying to make. Around “White-horse 
Lecdge’”’ the Leache’s Petrels were circling in evident anxiety as some 
great green wave dashing against the ledge would over-top and_ hur! 
its flood over the rounded dome of the little island which contained 
their burrows. The gulls flew in confusion uttering more loudly 
their hoarse cries, as they endeavored to beat against the wind, that 
they might reach their nests on a distant cliff, while those at home 
screamed notes of encouragement or derision to the struggling in- 
comers. 
On the high cliff at the “Southern Head,’ monstrous waves driven 
by the wind and the flowing tide, such as is known only in the Bay 
of Funda, dashed into the caverns with reports like artillery, driving 
from their recesses the Black Guillemot and Puffins, which flew in 
wild disorder seeking some safe retreat. Low peals of tiunder be- 
tokened the coming tempest, and it was with a sense of grateful re- 
lief, when our yawl was beached on the shingly shore in a little bay 
on the lee side of the island. The boat made secure, we dashed to- 
ward the dense evergreen forest into which shelter we were hardly 
ensconced when the storm burst upon us. 
There was something undefinable in thus interviewing the fury of 
the elements, more inspiring than when in peaceful calm I had 
rowed my light dory from island to island. 
One of my companions, a stalwart son of the old fisherman, with 
whom I was staying, soon after our arrival under the firs, began to 
continue his interrupted search for oological treasures, doubtless 
