SURF DUCK AKD SADDLE POINT. 
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looks like an island, but on a nearer jjcquaintance 
its true nature is obvious. Tlie Surf Duck and 
Saddle Point go together in my mind and refuse 
to be separated, so you cannot have one without 
the other. A gale of wind had swept over the 
Gulf the day previously, and the water was now 
unsettled and turbid. A dull haze, formed of fine 
sand, filled the air, and a “mirage” caused every- 
thing at a distance to look distorted, and to assume 
an unreal appearance. As we landed we en- 
countered at first nothing but the glare of the 
sand. Along the margin of the shallow bay, and 
in the seaweedy pools left by the receding tide, 
were countless myriads of lady-birds, drovmed, like 
Pharaolfis host, in the waters of the sea. They had 
been blown from the opposite coast, and were now 
driven up by the waves in ridges miles long and in 
red heaps among the hollows and comers of the 
outcropping granite rocks. Here and there we 
came across a magnificent swimming -crab ; but 
these waifs and strays were just as eagerly 
sought after by lean, hungry cormorants and loud- 
