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Nov., I9o5 I AMONG THE SEA BIRDS OFF TIlE OREGON COAST, PART II I67 youngster striking on the rock and being killed as the gull expected, he lauded at the water's edge with a splash. He came up paddling and started oceanward, cry- ing for help. He hadn't gone but a few yards when I saw the gull swoop and catch the squealing youngster again. He flew over to the reef, shaking the little fellow as a terrior does a rat, and would have made short work'of him, had we not hurled two boulders at the murderer and stopped him in the very act. The little murre crawled up into a crevice. We examined him, but found no injury but a little blood on a wing. To watch a murre colony for a while, one would wonder why they persist in crowding so close together. Neighbors always seemed to be quarreling,'.hacking or jawing at each other. rhey are rarely hit because they all know how to dodge well. I have often seen a murre take out her spite on her neighbor's children. I was sitting a few feet away watching some tourres. There were two matrons, each with a baby at her breast. The youngster of one mother,seemed to have