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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 cliflman, and was quite content, under 

 the circumstances, to view the 

 birds from above. They, how- 

 ever, had no scruples about 1| 

 approaching me, and uttering 

 a threatening ka-ka-l'ci, which 

 suggested the voice of a gigan- 

 tic katydid, circled about my 

 head or, with an alarming 

 sivish, 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 ffulf. 



