CRUISE OF LA BELLE MARGUERITE 
dirty white colour. At last we finished our 
work of counting, photographing, and note- 
taking, and, as we departed, we were glad to 
see the great black aeroplanes sail gracefully 
down to their unsavoury abodes. 
“As with his wings aslant, 
Sails the fierce cormorant, 
Seeking his rocky haunt, 
With his prey laden,” 
Milton in ‘‘ Paradise Lost” offers a tribute to 
the uncanny nature of this bird, when he says 
of Satan: 
“Thence up he flew, and on the tree of life, 
The middle tree and highest there that grew, 
Sat like a cormorant.” 
After this we hoped to explore Bald Island, 
the home of the puffins, but the wind proving 
unfavourable we deferred this visit for a future 
time, and again turned our prow eastward 
and soon passed a solitary house on the rocky 
shore, which was used in the lobster fishery. 
Here, beginning the first week in June, lobsters 
are caught and canned. Farther to the east- 
ward near the mouth of the Corneille River is 
another house used by salmon-fishers. At last 
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