Albatross feathers were in the warrior's hair, his weapons were laid beside him.

The waves tossing surf in the moonbeam, The albatross lone on the spray, Alone know the tears wept in vain for the children Magic hath stolen away.

What doth the albatross think, Dreaming upon the brink Of the mountain billow, and then Dreaming down in its glen?

THE ALBATROSS VISIT TO A PENGUIN ROOKERY THE SEA ELEPHANT VISIT FROM THE NATIVES AT TERRA DEL FUEGO CHILIAN MODE OF CAPTURING WILD HORSES FIGHT BETWEEN A WHALE AND A KILLER WAR DANCES OF THE NEW ZEALANDERS HISTORY OF PADDY CONNEL EXTRAORDINARY ESCAPE FROM DROWNING ADVENTURE IN THE DESERT, AND MURDER OF A SHEIKH BOOK OF ENTERPRISE & ADVENTURE.