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Show BWi 1,000 Miles from Ind. sir day we see playing around the and skimming tip and down the ; hollows companies of lovely little i and sea swallows, the latter no r than thrushes. These fearless ie of the air have not by any means ed us from the land, living, as often will, on the waste thrown the vessel. They are vague and J roomers of the ocean, who, spy-to spy-to great steamship from afar, have I close up to see if we are a rock island, and will then skim away on their own free and boundless ess, Oder tiny bird, with purple and Dlumaee. his little breast and neck with silver, is distant 1,000 miles is moment from a drop of fresh ', and yet cares no more for that than did the Irish squire who d twelve miles from a lemon." If tags ever grow weary it is but to quietly on the bosom of a great r and suffer it for a time to rock -'U him amid the hissing spindrift, lilky, flying foam and the broken ice, which forms and gleams and pears again upon the dark slopes. he pleases a stroke of the small cot and a beat of the wonderful launch him off from the jagged 5f his billow, and he flits past us at iota an hour, laughing steam and to scorn, and steering for some less crag in Labrador or Fundy, or it may be, homeward for some or marsh of the far away Irish relously expressive of power as is "tiring engine, which all day and ;ht throbs and pants and pulses in thm under the deck, what a 7 imperfect affair it is compared dainty plumes and delicate mus-Mch mus-Mch will carry that pretty, fear-a fear-a swallow back to his roost. Lon-tiegraph. |