lighted upon the dry sand and lay there panting, 
but wonderfully glad to be on land again. 
Presently he looked around. There was the 
sandpiper running about at the edge of the water 
and picking up its food as if nothing had ever 
happened to it. 
When Longtoe’s strength returned a little he 
began to look for food, but there was nothing to 
be found. A crab came toward him with his 
big pinchers raised, and Longtoe fled. He 
passed over the sand dunes and came to a salt 
marsh that extended away for half a mile. On 
the other side were trees and gardens, which 
meant that something to eat could be found there 
if he could but fly across. So this poor, tired 
robin raised on his wings once more and headed 
for food and shelter. He had almost gained 
the other shore when a hawk saw him and gave 
chase. At this Longtoe gave up hope. What 
chance was there in this open place for him to 
escape? Yet he struggled on. He had passed 
the marsh and was over the creek that separated 
it from the shore with its woods and safety. 
The hawk was almost upon him, driving him 
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