Over went the gander and a goose.
The rest flew with loud squallings, save one with a broken wing, which Weymouth rushed after, and pelted to death with stones.
"A pretty good haul!" he exclaimed, holding them up.

"Weigh eight or ten pounds apiece.

But I didn't expect to see wild-geese up here," he added.
We saw several flocks of them after that.
Half a mile farther round, we came upon a flock of razor-bills perched on the cliffs overhanging the water.

They rose, and went croaking off toward the next islet, distant about three hundred yards, too quick for us to fire with caution.
"The sealers often get their eggs," Weymouth observed.

"They're good fried, they say." It then occurred to me that these eggs might be a very good and cheaply--as regarded ammunition--obtained article of food for us.
Laying down our guns, we climbed up among the rocks, and spent nearly an hour searching for their nests.