416 SCOULTON MERE, NORFOLK, AND THE BLACK-HEADED GULL. 



(to use the language of old Izaac) is this lake, we allowed thoughts of 

 our inn at Watton to present themselves. Cheerful were these in our 

 fasting condition ; so that we did not even stop to see Weyland or Wailing 

 Wood, the scene of " the lamentable tragedy '' of the babes thereof and 

 their ''cruel uncle," but returned to dry our garments as fast as horse 

 could take us, and in our dreams to renew the charming sight of thousands 

 of the very prettiest and most interesting of the British Laridce, wearing, like 

 the maidens in Evangeline's story, their summer caps, and filling the air wdth 

 their voices. 



