Excerpt from The Camosun, Vol. 15: December, 1922
The Wind howled and screamed through the rocky crags at the top of the cliffs, whilst far below, the angry waves, like hungry monsters, dashed themselves into a smother Of white foam and then retreated, baffled, into the seething tide; High above this, on a ledge not more than two feet wide, a seagull stood, with his head tucked into his breast, Silent and immovable, fast asleep. Behind him, snuggling in under the shelter Of the overhanging cliff-face, a mother-bird was minding her young, three in number. They had been hatched out a few days before, and since then she had guarded them jealously while her mate went out in search for food. Sometimes she would ﬂy out to sea for a few miles in order to Obtain some exercise, and at these times the male bird would remain behind with the young Chicks.
Some days after the time when this story Opens, the male bird set Off as usual to procure food for his mate and little ones. After half an hour's search he at length caught a good-sized fish, and with it in his bill, re commenced 'the return ﬂight.
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