Above the promontories millions of auks again made black clouds against the sky,-eider ducks floated on the molten waters of sheltering fjords,-along the icy shores puffins, with white swelling breasts, sat in military line,-guillemots cooed their spring love songs and fulmar gulls uttered amorous calls,-on the green slopes the white hare of the arctic gambolled, and tiny bears, soft and silken flossed, played at the entrances of moss-ensconced caves.
"The Eternal Maiden"
T. Everett Harré
The deserted fulmar-bridegroom, taking a leaf out of Prospero's book, raised a storm.
"The New North"
Agnes Deans Cameron
And his wife began, and said words above him thus: "Do not wake until the fulmar begins to cry: sleep until we hear a sound of young birds."
"Eskimo Folktales"
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