Lat. 42-22 N.
Lon. 68-20 W.
At Sea.  run 314 M.
Sunday
1891.
Sept. 27.
(no. 2)
  The [female] duck Hawk after standing erect for a while near the
end of the yard walked slowly and unsteadily (like a hen with
frozen feet) in towards the mast until reaching a place where a
mass of furled sail made a broad flat-topped bed she lay down,
at first keeping her head raised but finally lowering it and
evidently going to sleep. All the small birds left the steamer
one after another, as soon as we sighted land but the Duck Hawks
remained quietly on the respective perches until sunset when the
[male] joined the [female] on the furled sail and lay gently down by her
side. When we reached Boston Light and came to anchor the ship
blew off the steam for several minutes but although the noise was
deafening and the steam shot up in a dense cloud through the
rigging where the Falcons lay, neither bird moved. Nor did some
rockets which were sent up past them appear to alarm them in 
the least.

  A deck hand told me that as soon as it became dark he would
climb the rigging and catch these falcons for me asserting that
he had frequently taken Hawks of various kinds in this way to
sell to the Boston taxidermists. I offered him a good price but
next morning he reported that the attempt had failed utterly. It
seems that he climbed the rigging about then o'clock and found
both birds still on the yard but they would not permit him to
lay hands on them. As he crawled out on the yard they would