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Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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on the farther ledgesand you can shoot from this first one. We crept in slowly and quietly. Thesea close to the first ledge was a thickmass of submarine jungle. We had STALKING THE SLIPPERY SEAL 609 practically to force the boat through it.Then the rocks were so slimy that alanding was difficult. I had come withcreepers on heavy boots; Merriman,with rubber yachting shoes, could keepa footing—a wet footing, but the spiritedold gentleman slid into the sea the mo-ment he stepped on the weeds. He wasrescued by the commodore—Merriman.I think, after all, Ill stay in theboat, said the spirited old gentleman. maritime alps. I beat the air withmy hand as a hint for him to advanceshoulders down. He reached my sideand I whispered: hook! He looked and said, Gee-e-e-e! Itcertainly was a sight. The ledge uponwhich we stood ended abruptly and pre-cipitously. There was a passage ofocean about two hundred yards acrossand on the other side of it was a secondledge, inhabited by as motley a crowd of
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OH ! YOU SLICK BEGGARS ! Im not as young or as much of a foolas that! By this time I was climbing over theledge. It was a ghastly place, infestedby hideous crabs and leaping, antennaedshrimps that came in myriads fromblack, watery chasms among the weed-draped rocks. I would much rather fallinto the sea itself than into one of thoseupthrust specimens of weird, sea-bottomgrottos. They suggested sea serpents,sirens, and drowned seamen with horri-ble realism. When I reached the highest point ofthe rocks and peered over I saw a sightthat was worth all previous efforts. Iducked down and wildly beckoned thecommodore, who was still scaling the sea creatures as even the imaginationcould conceive. There were seals—a dozen of them,sleeping or quarreling or sitting, headerect, like sphinxes gazing at the seadesert; monstrous crabs, gannet, seageese, herons, and wild duck, whileamong the nooks and crannies dartedMother Careys chickens. My eye was fixed on a big bull seal,which was silhouetted on

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