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DEER ISLAND. 
Having nothing better to do, we speculated as to 
who he was. Was he the old crone’s grandson ? 
AYere the barnacles for bait, or were they for 
supj)er ? AYe soon remarked that we were not the 
only clever ones who watched the lioy. A solitary 
rook followed his motions with a knowing eye, and 
when he saAv him at a safe distance, pounced softly 
on the temj^ting morsels, gobbled them up greedily, 
and, with a mocking caw of exulting defiance, 
winged his way to the distant trees. 
Forming one side of Chusan Harbour in the 
Korea is a green hilly island, called “ Deer Island,” 
covered with low trees, chiefly dwarf scrub, and 
full of loose, moss-grown, lichen-covered stones. 
In some parts the sides of the hills arc furrowed 
by water-courses, where the wild pig feeds on the 
fallen acorns, and where the little hog-deer comes 
to drink. In otlier parts, the broad base of the 
hill expands into grassy plains, where troops of 
horses graze, and where we found scattered ponds, 
rush-bordered, the favourite resort of shy, sober- 
plumaged widgeons and little rounded, bright-eyed 
