It was in the service of such enthusiasts {collectors} that the very last known pair of auks was killed on Eldey in 1844.
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The men who went on a very dangerous journey to kill the last pair of auks and their egg are named a little later in the book. I wonder if that isn't an old method of fame, being known as the one to exterminate a species. I base this on some comments in
A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson. He describes brightly colored parrots that used to live in the Carolinas in the US. A man shot the last pair of them and as a result "felt joy." What a bizarre and arrogant pursuit...
The Cincinnati Zoo has a small building dedicated to Martha, the last passenger pigeon who died there on 9/1/1914. Not long before, huge flocks of these birds could almost darken the sky. The inscription at the zoo states "
From Billions to None." (Here's a rough snapshot I took a few months ago.)