164 OUR FRIENDS, THE BIRDS. 
Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night 
When the loosed storm breaks furiously? 
My driftwood fire will burn so bright 
To what warm shelter can’st thou fly ? 
I do not fear for thee, though wroth 
The tempest rushes through the sky; 
For are not we God’s children both, 
Thou, little Sandpiper and I? 
QUESTIONS. 
Have you ever seen a Sandpiper? 
Where should we go to look for Sandpipers ? 
Have you seen any other birds that looked some- 
thing like the Sandpiper? 
Do you think the Woodcock is a cousin to the 
Sandpiper? 
Did you ever see the Woodcock carry its little ones 
away in its feet? 
What is the food of the Sandpiper ? 
Are there any larger Sandpipers than Wilson’s 
Stint? 
Can you repeat the last stanza of Celia Thaxter’s 
poem ? . 
In whose writings may we find these lines: 
‘Tripping light as a Sandpiper over the beach, 
Swerving this way and that-as the wave of the moment 
Washes out its slight trace with a dash of whim’s foam on’t.” 
