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and some sticks (the latter probably accidental), was 
situate in a little mossy cove, close to the thickly 
growing junipers and trailing scrub, and all but over¬ 
hung by the gnarled boughs of silver-birch which 
dipped in the water beyond. The two eggs were quite 
fresh. 
Two larger islands proved blank; at least, they 
contained nothing more of interest than three grey 
NEST OF BLACK-THROATED DIVER. 
(A two-kroner piece near the egg shows relative size.') 
crows’ nests on pines : one of them occupied by a pair of 
merlins, the others by squalling broods of their original 
architects. Beneath the last I picked up fragments of 
egg-shells belonging to willow-grouse, grey hen, ducks 
of sorts, and one of a sandpiper—as far as I could 
judge, Totanus glareolci. A curious incident occurred 
at another islet, a flat, grassy holm, with a few stunted 
