him but the littl Montclair Kingbird. The 
thing that hurt him most about this was that he 
could not get at the smaller bird. It drove him, 
helter-skelter, for half a mile, and all this went 
on before the eyes of a certain other gull whom for 
some reason he had not wanted to rob of late. I 
am inclined to think she was his new mate. 
After this they traveled together until a 
certain morning early in May, when the rocky . 
headlands of No-Man’s-Land appeared over 
the tumbling waters of the old gray sea. Did he 
change and become a model gull? Mark Thaw 
once said that he would reform when he got an- 
other mate, but then Mark, you know, lived 
near the home of the hermit thrush and he always 
had a good word to say for any bird however 
bad—yes, even for old Hardheart of No-Man’s- 
Land. 
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