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[[left page]] curiosity until once or twice I saw their particular ice cake struck by the vessel when a plump into the water would ensue with more haste than dignity-
Now & then a Guillemot would rise close by showing its handsome coral feet & white wing patches as it flew.  At 9:30 PM- we were under the shadow of the cliffs with the ice anchor out on a grounded ice foot about 200 yds wide which was all that separated us from the shore- Though this ice was aground in 10 fathoms yet close along shore it was melted away so that we could only reach shore at one point from which a sharply inclined notch lead up- some of us tried this and
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 being below I had some narrow escapes from great blocks of granite which came thundering down and dashed over my head as I crouched under a sheltering rock barely large enough to shelter me.
Murres and Guillemots sat all about upon the small points & crevices affording a footing and only flew when we came close to them- The Guillemots uttered a peculiar low thin piping or whistling note as they flew about and the Murres a low harsh grating noise  Though a single Mormon Corniculata was seen in the water a short distance from the Island I saw none thereon though no doubt they are quite numerous for we did not see some of the best cliffs [[strikethrough]] up [[/strikethrough]] on the NEXT
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