10 
THE STRANGELAND BIRD LIFE 
“I’ll stop on my way south at Happy 
Island. I think some of my old friends, 
Specks, the Eider Duck, or Little Baby Laugh¬ 
ing Loon, or Mrs. Gray Goose will be there, 
and if they are I shall be certain of a fine din¬ 
ner of shrimp and clam chowder. How good 
some of that chowder would taste right at this 
moment!” 
But when Stormy arrived at the island a 
few days later he found not a creature there to 
greet him. All the beds in all the homes were 
mussed and some of them were all damp from 
the spray that had blown in from the terrible 
storm. The doors of the Puffin homes were 
blocked with snow, and there was not a scrap 
of anything left to eat. Stormy suspected Little 
White Fox and the long-nosed Mice children 
of having looted the village when the people 
had gone away. In this being alone, Stormy felt 
the cold wind blow through his thin jacket all 
