The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
Not a bee was abroad on the heath, and the sea birds were fluttering and cowering in the lee of the rocks--a bernacle, that attempted to fly from behind a block of granite, was whirled screaming away in the wind, and flung with such resistless impetuosity against the precipice, behind a corner of which the party were sheltering, that it was killed on the spot.