I heerd something scramin' all the night.

I thought it might be a banshee, if thair is that crayther in this counthry.

A bird, you say?
What of that?
Its squalling won't give us any iggs, nor lade to its nest nayther." "Ness not belly fal way.

Malee make ness in sand close to sea-shole.
Mollow mornin' I go lookee, maybe findee." All throughout the previous night they had heard a voice resounding along the shore in loud, plaintive wailings, and Captain Redwood had remarked its being a strange note to him, never having heard the like before.

He believed the cries to come from some species of sea-fowl that frequented the coast, but did not think of the probability of their nests being close at hand.