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THE ROSEATE TERN. 
Sterna Dougallii, Mont . 
PLATE CCCCXXXVIL— Adult. 
On the 28th of April, 1832, it was my lot to be on the beautiful rocky 
islet named Indian Key, where I spent a few hours of the night in unsuc- 
cessful attempts to procure repose, which was effectually banished by the 
consciousness of my being in a portion of the country not yet examined by 
any industrious student of nature, and in which I expected to find much that 
would prove interesting. The rain fell in torrents, and the rattling of the 
large drops on the shingles of the veranda in which my hammock had been 
slung, together with the chillness of the air, contributed to keep me awake. 
Finding it useless to remain in bed, I roused my companions ; it was just 
four o’clock, and in a few minutes all the people in the house were up, and 
breakfast preparing. Before six the rain abated, and as I was determined 
not to lose a day, the guns were mustered, we made our way to the boats, 
and pushed off through a gentle shower in quest of unknown birds ! In 
about an hour the rain ceased, the sky gradually cleared, and the sun soon 
dried our clothes. About this time we- observed a great number of Terns on 
a sand bar, which we approached. The birds were not shy, so that we 
obtained an opportunity of firing two guns at them, when we leaped out, and 
on wading to the shore picked up thirty-eight Roseate Terns and several of 
another species. 
Beautiful, indeed, are Terns of every kind, but the Roseate excels the 
rest, if not in form, yet in the lovely hue of its breast. I had never seen a 
bird of this species before, and as the unscathed hundreds arose and danced 
as it were in the air, I thought them the Humming-birds of the sea, so light 
and graceful were their movements. Now they flocked together and hovered 
over us, again with a sudden dash they plunged towards us in anger ; even 
their cries of wrath sounded musical, and although I had carried destruction 
among them, I felt delighted. As I have just said, I had not before seen a 
Roseate Tern, not even the skin of one stuffed with tow ; the species was not 
in the Synopsis of my friend Bonaparte, and now I had my cap filled to 
the brim with specimens. You may rest assured that I took precious care 
of those which 1 had procured, but not another individual was robbed of life 
