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SKULL OF A BEAR. 
Bruin are lying on the 'shingle beneath ; and there 
hangs his cranium, so far beyond my reach that I 
was disposed to leave with some exclamation like 
that of the fox when disappointed of the grapes. 
Some of the sailors, however, I thought might be 
able to obtain it for me. As good-luck would have 
it, the sailors happened to want water, and came 
here for it. Close at hand was a tiny spring, from 
which distilled a slender, triclding rivulet from the 
cliff, filling an excavation in the shingle, w^hich, 
being enlarged, a goodly cistern was formed. By 
means of a hose and Earfs engine, the cold, clear 
water was speedily transferred into a canvas tank 
in the pinnace ; and in due time one of the sailors 
undertook to get possession of the cranium for me. 
Mounting with the agility peculiar to his class, he 
soon had the prize in his hands, and descending 
quickly, laid it at my feet. 
Between the little river which runs throu<?h the 
plain at the head of the bay and the stony, rank, 
weed-grown little hills on the right, is a narrow, 
grassy strip, thickly studded with the green culms 
