mind them on the wing, for those black rascals don't mind a little firing
— now, boys, lay her close under the nests." And there we were, with
four hundred cormorants'" nests over our heads. The birds were sitting,
and when we fired, the number that dropped as if dead and plunged into
the water was such, that I thought by some unaccountable means or other
we had killed the whole colony. You would have smiled at the loud
laugh and curious gestures of the pilot. "Gentlemen,"" said he, " almost
a blank shot !" And so it was, for, on following the birds as one after
another peeped up from the water, we found only a few unable to take
to wing. "Now,"" said the pilot, " had you waited until I had spoken to
the black villains, you might have killed a score or more of them." On
inspection, we found that our shots had lodged in the tough dry twigs of
which these birds form their nests, and that we had lost the more favourable opportunity^of hitting them, by not waiting until they rose. "Never
mind," said the pilot, " if you wish it, you may load the Lady of the Green Mantle[1] with them in less than a week. Stand still, my lads; and now, gentlemen, in ten minutes you and I will bring down a score of them." And so we did. As we rounded the island, a beautiful bird of the species called Peale's Egret, came up and was shot. We now landed, took in the rest of our party, and returned to Indian Key, where we arrived three hours before sunset.
The sailors and other individuals to whom my name and pursuits had become known, carried our birds to the pilot's house. His good wife had a room ready for me to draw in, and ray assistant might have been seen busily engaged in skinning, while George Lehman was making a sketch of the lovely isle.
Time is ever precious to the student of nature. I placed several birds in their natural attitudes, and began to outline them. A dance had been prepared also, and no sooner was the sun lost to our eye, than males and females, including our captain and others from the vessel, were seen advancing gaily towards the house in full apparel. The birds were skinned, the sketch was on paper, and I told my young men to amuse themselves. As to myself, I could not join in the merriment, for, full of the remembrance of you, reader, and of the patrons of my work both in America and in Europe, I went on "grinding" — not on an organ, like the Lady of Bras d'Or, but on paper, to the finishing, not merely of my outlines, but of my notes respecting the objects seen this day.
- ↑ The name given by the wreckers and smugglers to the Marion.
