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signatures of countless birds. The waves were crashing 

 hard among them, kicking up geysers and stirring up 

 great patches of yellowish foam. 



"Look!" Lou shouted. "Look at those penguins." 



I glanced from one clump of rocks to another and 

 then I saw them. They were smaller than the penguins 

 that thrive in colder climates but they had a penguin's 

 inevitable pomposity. 



"Undertakers' Convention," Lou announced. 



"At the Waldorf," I added. 



"Saturday night," Howard said. 



"We'll have to move in a little closer," Doty called 

 down. "My lens won't pick up very much from here." 



"Can't you use a telescopic lens?" I asked. 



"Not on a movie camera," Doty answered. 



"Then you're out of luck," Walt said. "We can't get 

 any closer than we are. We have to give those rocks a 

 little room." 



I remembered that first day out and forgot about my 

 hip. "Walt," I shouted, "let's go over in the WaWa." 



"Don't pay any attention to her," Lou said. 



"I'll go over in the WaWa;' Walt said. "I'll take 

 Mario and go up on the rocks and get one of the birds 

 with a net. Then we can get pictures of the penguin on 

 this boat." 



"Or a picture of you in the drink," Lou said. "You 

 aren't any mountain goat, fella." 



"Mario," Walt said, "want to come along?" 



