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lar circles twenty to fifty yards above the bog 

 with wings curved downwards and backwards, 

 emitting at frequent intervals a short trill al- 

 most as finely drawn as that of a cricket. He 

 was in the air for five minutes by the watch 

 and continued to triir after he had reached 

 the ground. Here he was at once obliterated, 

 for his streaked brown back was next to in- 

 visible in the bog. He continued trilling as 

 long as I was within earshot, and he even fol- 

 lowed me, repeating his simple song. 



The botanist and I met by appointment on 

 the shore and were picked up by the Sea Star 

 and carried as through a rock-lined river to the 

 favorite harbor of the captain's father. Black 

 guillemots and razor-billed auks fluttered here 

 and there and everywhere as we sailed along. 

 The harbor was opposite Matchlatik Island, 

 where, some years ago, in a calm with a heavy 

 sea a schooner nearly came to grief on the 

 rocks. The men, thinking she would pound 

 herself to pieces, jumped ashore. No sooner 

 were they in safety than a puff of wind came 

 and their deserted schooner sailed off, but 

 was fortunately captured by a friendly vessel 

 and returned to the crew. 

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