This required but a few minutes, and while they worked Mrs.Abel prepared a simple luncheon of bread, sufficient tea for a brewing, and a bottle of molasses for sweetening, and these, with their tea pail and cups and hunting bags, they carried down to the skiff, followed by Mrs.Abel's wishes for a pleasant day, and her "_Oksutingae_." And so they set off down the bay to the islands, each pulling at a pair of oars and chatting gaily as they rowed, in fine spirits at the prospect, and enjoying their outing as only youth with enthusiasm can enjoy itself.
At the end of a three hours' row they turned the skiff to the sloping rock of an island shore, and landing, tied the painter to a big bowlder.
"This is a fine egg island," said Jimmy, as they set out with their bags.

"Partner brought me out here last year." Squawking birds rose in every direction as they approached, and clouds of gulls circled around crying the alarm.

Down in rock crevasses along the shore they saw many sea pigeon eggs, and Bobby wanted to get them, but they were generally well out of reach.
"They're too small to bother with anyway," said Jimmy.

"Come on." "There! There!" shouted Bobby.

"There goes an eider duck! And another! And another! _Their_ eggs are fine and big! Let's find the nests!" Presently they discovered, under a low, scrubby bush, a down-lined nest containing eight greenish-drab eggs.
"There's one!" shouted Jimmy.