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note suggestive of a wild cat or possi- lieve that the dark birds are younger ply a lynx. My Greek servant tried than the white. Down in little Corin his patois to explain the unseen nish harbors I have sometimes owner of the mysterious voice, but it watched these young birds turned to was only when a small gull suddenly good account by their lazy elders, who came paddling round the corner that call them to the feast whenever the I realized my mistake.

ebbing tide uncovers a heap of dead In addition to being at home on the pilchards lying in three or four feet seashore, and particularly in estuaries of water, and then pounce on them the and where the coast is rocky, gulls moment they come to the surface with are a familiar sight in the wake of their booty. The fact is that gulls are steamers at the beginning and ending not expert divers. The cormorant and of the voyage, as well as following puffin and guillemot can vanish at the the plough and nesting in the vicinity flash of a gun, reappearing far from of inland meres and marshes. The where they were last seen, and can black-headed kind is peculiarly given pursue and catch

of the to bringing up its family far from the swiftest fishes under water. Some sea, just as the salmon ascends our gulls however are able to plunge farrivers for the same purpose. It is not ther below the surface than others, perhaps a very loving parent, seeing and the little kittiwake is perhaps the that the mortality among young gulls, most expert diver of them all, though many of which show signs of rough in no sense at home under water like treatment by their elders, is unusually the shag. I have often, when at angreat. On most lakes rich in fish these chor ten or fifteen miles from the land, birds have long established themselves, and attended by the usual convoy of and they were, I remember, as famil- seabirds that invariably gather round iar at Geneva and Neuchâtel as along fishing-boats, amused myself by throwthe shores of Lake Tahoe in the Cal- ing scraps of fish to them and watchifornia Sierras, itself two hundred ing the gulls do their best to plunge miles from the Pacific and more than below the surface when some coveted a mile above sea-level. Gulls also fol- morsel was going down into the low the plough in hordes, not always to depths, and now and again a little the complete satisfaction of

the Roman-nose puffin would dive headfarmer, who is not unreasonably, long and snatch the prize from under sceptical when told that they seek the gulls' eyes. Most of the birds were wireworms only and have no taste for fearless enough; only an occasional grain. Unfortunately the ordinary "saddleback”—the greater black-backed scarecrow has no terror for them, and gull of the text-books-knowing the I recollect, in the neighborhood of hand of man to be against it for its Maryport, seeing an immense number raids on game and poultry, would keep of gulls turning up the soil in close at a respectful distance. proximity to several

that, Considered economically, the smaller dangling from gibbets, effectually kept gulls


any rate have more all black maurauders away.

friends than enemies, and they owe Young gulls are, to the careless eye, most of the latter not so much to their apt to look larger than their parents, appetites, which set more store by an illusion possibly due to the optical offal and carrion than by anything of effect of their dappled plumage, and greater value, as to their exceedingly few people unfamiliar with these birds dirty habits. These unclean fowl are in their succeeding moults readily be- in fact anything but welcome in har.



bors given over to smart yachting craft; and I remember how at Avalon, the port of Santa Catalina Island (Cal.), various devices were employed to prevent them alighting. Boats at their moorings were festooned with strips of bunting, which apparently had the requisite effect, and the railings of the club were protected by a formidable armor of nails. On the credit side of their account with ourselves, seagulls are admittedly assiduous scavengers, and their services in keeping little tidal harbors clear of decaying fish which, if left to accumulate, would speedily breed a pestilence, cannot well be overrated. The fishermen, though they rarely molest them, do not always refer to the birds with the gratitude that might be expected, yet they are still further in their debt, being often appraised by their movements of the whereabouts of mackerel and pilchard shoals, and, in thick weather, getting many friendly warning of the whereabouts of outlying rocks from the hoarse cries of the gulls that have their baunts on these menaces to inshore navigation.

Seagulls are not commonly made pets of, the nearest approach to such adoption being an occasional pinioned individual enjoying qualified liberty in a backyard. Their want of popularity is easily understood, since they lack the music of the canary and the mimicry of parrots. That they are, however, capable of appreciating kindness has been demonstrated by many anecdotes. The Rev. H. A. Macpherson used to tell a story of how a young gull, found with a broken wing by the children of some Milovaig crafters, was nursed back to health by them until it eventually flew away. Not long after it had gone one of the children was lost on the hillside, and the gull, flying overhead, recognized one of its old playmates and hovered so as to attract the attention of the child.

Then, on being called, the bird settled and roosted on the ground beside him. An even more remarkable story is told of a gull taken from the nest, on the coast of county Cork, and brought up by hand until, in the following spring, it flew away in the company of some others of its kind that passed over the garden in which it had its liberty. The bird's owner reasonably concluded that he had seen the last of his protégée, and great was his astonishment when, in the first October gale, not only did the visitor return, tapping at the dining-room window for admission, as it had always done, but actually brought with it a young gull, and the two paid him a visit every autumn for a number of years.

On either side the gulls, and closely associated with them in habits and in structure, is a group of birds equally characteristic of the open coast, the skuas and terns. The skuas, darker and more courageous birds, are familiar to those who spend their August holiday sea-fishing near the Land's End, where, particularly on days when the east wind brings the gannets and porpoises close inshore, the great skua may be seen at its favorite game of swooping on the gulls and making them disgorge or drop their launce or pilchard, which the bird usually retrieves before it reaches the water. This act of piracy has earned for the skua its West-country sobriquet of "Jack Harry," and against so fierce an onslaught even the largest gull, though actually of heavier build than its ty. rant, has no chance and seldom indeed seems to offer the feeblest resistance. These skuas rob their neighbors in every latitude; and even in the Antarctic one kind, closely related to our own, makes havoc among the penguins, an episode described by the late Dr. Wilson, one of the heroes of the ill-fated Scott expedition.

Far more pleasing to the eye are the graceful little terns, or "sea-swallows," fairylike creatures with red legs and bill, long pointed wings and deeply forked tail, which skim the surface of the sea or hawk over the shallows of trout streams in search of dragon-flies or small fish. It is not a very rare experience for the trout-fisherman to hook a swallow which may happen to dash by at the moment of casting; but a much more unusual occurrence was

that of a tern, on a well-known pool of the Spey, actually mistaking a salmonfly for a small fish and swooping on it, only to get firmly hooked by the bill. Fortunately for the too venturesome tern the fisherman was a lover of birds, and he managed with some difficulty to reel it in gently, after which it was released none the worse for its mistake.

F. G. Aflalo.

The Outlook.


Adolphus had entered the smokeroom with an intense look on his face.

I instantly retreated behind The Daily Telegraphwhich affords better cover than any newspaper in England -but he had sighted me.

“Just the very man I wanted to see,” he exclaimed. “I particularly need your advice." And he sat down very close beside me.

I never knew Adolphus when he did not particularly need my advice. He goes about the world collecting advice and ignoring it. I have often thought of advising him to ask my advice.

“You see I have always regarded you as a level-headed man of the world,” he began.

I looked as level-headed and worldly as possible and said, “What is it, old man?"

"It hasn't been formally announced yet, but I'm engaged.”

"Ah! And you want to know how to get out of it?”

From his face I knew that I was near the mark, but he protested.

"Certainly not,” he said. “It's this way. I didn't know that she was a strong politician. Of course she talks intelligently about affairs-says that Lloyd George ought to be banished to Bogotá, and so forth—but she gave me no reason to suppose that she held

exceptional opinions on politics. Well, I took her in my car to-day to see an old aunt of mine. When I brought the car home again I found that she had left her bag in it. It was merely clasped, not locked, and it felt rather heavy. I wondered if she had left her purse in it. If so, I had better take it back at once. If not, it could wait till I saw her to-morrow. Well, I opened it."

"Letters from a rival?” I interposed.

"No, no. I am far too strong an attraction. What I found was a hammer and half-a-dozen pebbles."

"My poor friend!" I said, and patted him soothingly on the back.

"Now what am I to do?" asked the unhappy Adolphus.

“There are various courses of action before you," I replied. “You can break off the engagement at once. You can say that as she proposes to go to prison, she ipso facto proposes to desert you. You can say that if she burned down the House of Commons or Westminster Abbey after you were married, your estate would be held responsible for the damage. Another injustice to man."

"But I don't want to break it off," said Adolphus.

"In that case you must fall into line with her. Husband and wife should



be as

Go into the movement; become active militant. You're quite a stone too heavy and a hungerstrike would do you a world of good. Besides, you used to have a fine throwin from the out-field. You're just the man for the Strangers' Gallery."

Adolphus shook his head. “It's not that I'm absolutely opposed to the movement, but, frankly, I never cared much for the idea of prison.”

“Coward. You want to save your miserable skin. Wliy, when you're married you may be glad of solitary confinement. However, if you refuse either to break it off or to become a militant, my advice is to temporize. Say nothing. Let sleeping dogs lie. Of course in this case it's a woman, and awake, but the principle's the same."

"Thanks very much," replied Adolphus. “I shall consider your advice very carefully. I shall do nothing hurriedly. Rely on me."

The next evening he burst jubilantly into the club library.

"Congratulate me," he cried. “It's all right. Have a drink!"

"Then she's made you join the Men's League for Women's Suffrage," I said. “Well, you'll stand a hungerstrike better than you would a drinkstrike."

"I've not joined. She's all right. There isn't a nicer girl in England. I put it to her straight, and what do you think she is?”

I hate riddles about women, and said so.

"She's just a militant anti-militant,” cried the triumphant Adolphus. "She just has a shy at any militant's windows whenever she passes them."

"And I dared to suggest that you should break off your engagement to this noble girl!" I exclaimed. “Adolphus, I ask your pardon, and will myself defray the charges of the refreshment which you proposed.

My toast, old man! "The future Mrs. Adolphus, and more power to her elbow!'"



The harvest of souls was probably the form in which the after-life at last presented itself to man when he reached the agricultural stage of evolution. The notion of the life to come had presented itself in other forms to nomadic peoples. The Bible shows us in language that has attained literary immortality what agriculture meant to man as he began to plan out permanent abiding places upon the earth. The promise that followed the exodus from the ark was significant of a new stage in human affairs: “While the earth remaineth, seed time and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night, shall not cease." To the wanderers in the wilderness Moses bore a command to

be obeyed when the days of settlement came: “Thou shalt keep : . . the feast of harvest, the first fruits of thy labors, which thou hast sown in the field: and the feast of ingathering which is in the end of the year, when thou hast gathered in thy labor out of the field .. six days thou shalt work, but on the seventh day thou shalt rest: in earing time and in harvest thou shalt rest. Anil thou shalt observe the feast of weeks, of the first fruits of wheat harvest, and the feast of ingathering at the year's end." Even in harvest time the law of rest shall be observed, we are taught, and moreover in that time the poor shall be specially thought of: “When ye reap the harvest of your land, thou shalt

not wholly reap the corners of thy field, neither shalt thou gather the gleanings of thy harvest. And thou shait not glean thy vineyard, neither shalt thou gather every grape of thy vineyard; thou shalt leave them for the poor and stranger.” Moreover, this applies also to the olive tree, while a forgotten sheaf in the cornfield “shall be for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow: that the Lord thy God may bless thee in all the work of thine hands.” Not to the poor only and the stranger is a portion to be given, but also to the Lord: “When ye be come into the land which I give unto you, and shall reap the harvest thereof, then shall ye bring a sheaf of the first fruits unto the priest: and he shall wave the sheaf before the Lord to be accepted for you: on the morrow after the Sabbath the priest shall wave it."

Such was the Jewish doctrine of the harvest, a doctrine now written largely through all nations and in all lands. The perfect poetry of the language fits well the poetry of the facts, and of that faith in the perpetuity of the seasons and of the fruitfulness of the earth which underlies the whole framework of civilization. When we see Samuel calling down thunder and rain upon the wheat harvest because of the wickedness of the people, we see something of the association of ideas between the dissolution of national spiritual life and the dissolution of its physical and ordered basis. The harvest is the crown of the year, and to make it worthy the Jew is bidden to learn even of the insect: “Go to the ant, thou sluggard, consider her ways and be wise, which having no guide, overseer or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer and gathereth her food in the harvest." The harvest proverbs do not stop there: "He that gathereth in summer is a wise son: but he that sleepeth in harvest is a son that caus

eth shame." The pictures of the harvest field are full of beauty. We hear the singing in the vineyards, we see the joy of the harvesters, we see the bearers of snow-water hastening to the thirsty reapers, we feel the cloud of dew in the heat of harvest."

But the picture of Ruth gleaning in the barley fields of Boaz is the picture that tells us all we need to know of the Jewish harvest: we see her gleaning and gathering after the reapers among the sheaves from morning even until night. We see her drink from the vessels full of water that the reapers had drawn. We see her at the meal sitting with the reapers (such was the favor of Boaz) and eating of the bread and dipping it in the refreshing vinegar; nay, more, eating of the parched corn that Boaz gave her till she was satisfied, and rose once more to glean. We see her again gliding among the sheaves, gleaning the corn that the reapers, at Boaz's command, had let fall. Such gleaning never was before or since in the land of the Jews. The Moabitish woman. moving amid the field white to harvest, had won the eye of Boaz, and who wins the eye wins all. We see her at set of sun beating out her miraculous gleanings, no less than an ephah of barley. She became a gleaner of significant regularity: “she kept fast by the maidens of Boaz to glean unto the end of barley harvest and of wheat harvest," and, last of all, she won the heart of Boaz himself and became the ancestress of David the king.

But the conception of harvest grew to bave other significance than that of national welfare, and became the key-note of tragedy. The destruction of a nation before it has reaclied its time of harvest is a tragic conception that Isaiah and Jeremiah set forth. The Lord of harvests is also the destroyer of harvests, Men and nations shall not reach to reaping

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