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Updated: June 2, 2025
Tell them to sit anyhow, according to taste; we will have an ad hoc meeting another day, and then I shall know how to settle the question of precedence. Herm. My goodness, what a noise! what low vulgar bawling! listen 'Hurry up with that carving! 'Do pass the nectar! 'Why no more ambrosia? 'When are those hecatombs coming? 'Here, shares in that victim! Zeus.
"Tiens!" said Aunt Jeanne softly, "it is the young Torode " "Torode? I do not know him. Who is he?" "C'est ça. It is since you left. His father has settled himself on Herm. He is a great man in these parts nowadays. They do say " "They do say ?" I asked, as she stopped short. "Bon dou! They say many strange things about M. Torode. But you know how folks talk," she murmured.
WHITE-TAILED EAGLE. Haliaeetus albicilla, Linnsaeus. French, "Aigle pygarque," "Pygarque ordinaire." The White-tailed Eagle is an occasional but by no means uncommon visitant to all the Islands. I have seen specimens from Alderney, Guernsey, and Herm, and have heard of its having been killed in Sark more than once.
Professor Ansted includes the Sparrowhawk in his list, but confines it to Guernsey and Sark; and probably, as a resident and breeding bird, he is right as far as my district is concerned, but I should think it must occasionally occur both in Alderney and Herm, though I have never seen a specimen from either Island, nor have I seen the bird about alive in either.
What, Hermes? so bald, so plain, so prosy an announcement on this momentous occasion? Herm. Why, how would you like it done? Zeus. Some metre, a little poetic sonority, would make the style impressive, and they would be more likely to come. Herm. Ah, Zeus, that is work for epic poets or reciters, and I am no good at poetry.
And there they saw a low white cloud, lying on the sea as though it had just dropped solidly out of the sky. Sea and sky were vivid vital blue, the sun shone brilliantly, Guernsey, Jethou, and Herm gleamed like jewels, and the white cloud lay between the upper and the nether blue like the white ghost of a new-born island not yet invested with the attributes of earth.
Col. l'Estrange obtained some eggs on one of the rocky islands to the north of Herm, which certainly were not Tern's eggs as he supposed, and I believe them to have been Turnstone's; unluckily he did not take the eggs himself, but the boatman who was with him took them, so he did not see the bird go off the nest.
The principal breeding-places are in Guernsey, about the Gull Cliffs, and from there to Petit Bo, and a few, but not so many, on the rocks between there and Fermain, wherever they can find a place; none breed on the north or west side of the Island; in Jethou and Herm, and on the rock called La Fauconnière, a few also breed, but not so many as in Guernsey, and we did not find any breeding on the Amfrocques or the other rocks to the north of Herm.
So I crept round the south of Herm and drew into the little roadstead on the west. And the first thing I saw, and saw no other for a while, was the handsomest ship I had ever set eyes on. A long low black schooner, with a narrow beading of white at deck level, and masts that tapered off into fishing-rods.
The sun was nearing the horizon. The scene was one of unsurpassed loveliness. Behind lay the central and southern portions of the island, hushed as if their primaeval rocks were still tenantless. The outlines of the isles of Herm and Jethou were visible, but already sinking into the shades of evening.
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