STORMY PETREL 
11 
He Found Not a Person There To Greet Him 
the more keenly for the lack of friends and 
food. It’s all very well to be a wanderer when 
the sun is shining and when you are among 
people, but when you are on a desert island 
and the wind is howling mournfully about you, 
it is very different. Very different, indeed! 
“Next year I’ll settle down somewhere,” 
said Stormy to himself, “and I’ll stop this rov¬ 
ing life. If I can find a real bird town some¬ 
where and find steady work of some kind, I 
will stay there.” 
