<h2><SPAN name="BIRDS_OF_ALASKA" id="BIRDS_OF_ALASKA"></SPAN>BIRDS OF ALASKA.</h2>
<p>No sooner had the twilight settled
over the island than new bird voices
called from the hills about us. The
birds of the day were at rest, and their
place was filled with the night denizens
of the island. They came from the
dark recesses of the forests, first single
stragglers, increased by midnight to a
stream of eager birds, passing to and
fro from the sea. Many, attracted by
the glow of the burning logs, altered
their course and circled about the fire
a few times and then sped on. From
their notes we identified the principal
night prowlers as the Cassin's Auklet,
Rhinoceros Auk, Murrelet, and varieties
of Petrel. All through the night our
slumbers were frequently disturbed by
birds alighting on the sides of the tent,
slipping down with great scratching
into the grass below, where our
excited Dog took a hand in the
matter, daylight often finding our
tent strewn with birds he had
captured during the night. When he
found time to sleep I do not know.
He was after birds the entire twenty-four
hours.</p>
<p>In climbing over the hills of the
island we discovered the retreats of
these night birds, the soil everywhere
through the deep wood being fairly
honeycombed with their nesting
burrows. The larger tunnels of the
Rhinoceros Auks were, as a rule, on
the slopes of the hill, while the little
burrows of the Cassin's Auklet were
on top in the flat places. We opened
many of their queer abodes that ran
back with many turns to a distance of
ten feet or more. One or both birds
were invariably found at the end,
covering their single egg, for this
species, like many other sea birds,
divide the duties of incubation, both
sexes doing an equal share, relieving
each other at night.</p>
<p>The Puffins nested in burrows also,
but lower down—often just above the
surf. One must be very careful,
indeed, how he thrusts his hand into
their dark dens, for should the old
bird chance to be at home, its vise-like
bill can inflict a very painful wound.
The rookeries of the Murres and
Cormorants were on the sides of steep
cliffs overhanging the sea. Looking
down from above, hundreds of eggs
could be seen, gathered along the
narrow shelves and chinks in the
rocks, but accessible only by means of
a rope from the top.—<i>Outing.</i></p>
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