Bobby of the Labrador by Dillon Wallace
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it where we can get good water. It's just a few minutes' pull--just
below the ledges." Ten minutes' strong rowing landed them on a gravelly beach near the mouth of a brook, which rushed down to the bay through a deep gulch. To the eastward the gulch banks rose into high cliffs which overhung the sea. Kittiwakes, tube-nosed swimmers, ivory gulls, cormorants, little auks and other birds were flying up and down and along the cliff's face, or perching upon ledges on the rock, and, like the birds on the island, making a great deal of discordant noise. "It seems as though there were no end of birds," said Bobby, as they secured their boat. "I'd like to see what kind of nests those make up there, and after we eat I'm going to look at some of them." "You can't get up there," said Jimmy. "I've tried it lots of times. They take good care to leave their eggs where nobody can get at them." "Well, I'm going to try, anyhow," Bobby declared, as he turned to the brook for a kettle of water. "I wish we had something to boil eggs in," said he, as he set the kettle of water down by Jimmy, who was whittling shavings for the fire. "What's the matter with the old tin bucket we use for bailing the skiff?" Jimmy suggested. "I don't believe it leaks enough to hurt." "That's so!" said Bobby. "We can boil 'em in that." With the ax--in this country men never venture from home without an ax, |
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