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at in the short time I was on the island stood & looked curiously at me until I caught it in my hand.

Myriads of Horned Puffins circled around & around the island or stood in rows along the edges of great boulders and rocks ogling us with amusing gravity and only scrambling off & taking wing when we came within 15 or 20 feet. The Island is honeycombed in every crevice where they have foot hold in the dirt which fills it. The grass growing rank in the well enriched soil is trodden down by the birds as though the place had been a resort for a large number of people. Under the [[strikethrough]] I [[/strikethrough]] roots of the grass furrows were seen winding in everywhere & every few moments one of the occupants would pop out & with a startled glance at us scramble away & launch himself into the air. A constant grunting & growling issued from these underground nurseries & from other Puffins upon the rocks though these latter generally stared with a ludicrous air of amazed surprise at us. The Doctor began climbing up the steep side of the rocks & a Puffin perched on a crag a few yds. higher stretched himself up the full length of its legs and craned its neck over and gave a leering scrutiny first with one eye and then the other as though too surprised to utter a sound & then he brought out several deep grunts as a kind of commentary on 

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