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that my walks oftenest led me. A few Herring 
Gulls nested on the ledges, and Mr. Kearton might 
have succeeded in securing the photographs of them. 
But I freely confess to an absence of both taste and 
talent as a cliffman, and was quite content, under 
the circumstances, to view the 
birds from above. They, how- 
ever, had no scruples about 
approaching me, and uttering 
a threatening ka-ka-ka, which 
suggested the voice of a gigan- 
tic katydid, circled about my 
head or, with an alarming 
swish, swooped down so near 
me that I invariably was sur- 
prised into “ducking.” Here 
also were croaking Ravens, who 
seemed by no means shy, and 
on nearly every fence post was 
a Savanna Sparrow, by all odds 
the most abundant land bird 
observed. 
Turning from the cliffs, one 
soon reached the sprcue and 
balsam forests, with their twit- 
tering Juncos, sweet - voiced 
White-throated Sparrows, Pine 
Finches, and numerous Warb- 
lers, and following the gently 
ascending lanes and pathways leading through the 
fragrant woods, arrived at the shrine-crowned sum- 
mit of Mount St. Anne, twelve hundred feet above 
the gulf. 
74. Young Savanna Sparrow. 
