pealed out from all the moving mites on its ledges. The petrels and the razorbills had arrived!
Right up on the peak live the petrels; they sail through the air like white swirling flakes of snow, and look down with contempt on the razorbills, who build much lower, midway up the rock.
The razorbills arrive literally in shoals, and have hard work to find a resting-place; they patter about the shelves of rock, and look charmingly festive, with their white shirt-fronts. There is room enough, but there is quarrelling as to the particular dwelling; they peck at one another and screech vehemently, but their angry abuse melts together, in human ears, to one great rolling wave of sound.
At the bottom, on the lowest of the rugged rocks, the gulls and the tiny kittiwakes make their homes and marvel at any one making such a fuss. They peer up at the swarms above, stretch their wings, hop about a little, then fold themselves up together again, and sink into profound reflection. Gulls are such wise birds.
But, occasionally, in the midst of all the uproar, a rattle and thunder will be heard from the summit and a mountain slide rush down. The heavens are darkened for a moment, as a cloud of petrels, razorbills, black guillemots, and gulls spreads screaming over the sea.
"Things are beginning to wake up out there; the summer
