12 
THE STRANGELAND BIRD LIFE 
But just then he spied something down on 
the beach which warmed his heart. He could 
look right into Big White Bear’s kitchen, and 
as usual there was a great quantity of cold meat 
waiting for the next fellow who came along. 
The next fellow this time was Stormy Petrel, 
and when he had eaten his fill he didn’t feel 
nearly so lonesome nor half so cold. And 
when, three days later, as he wheeled along 
before a wild whirling storm and was passing 
through the straits which separate the Old 
World from the New, he sighted a whaling 
schooner laden with rich ivory, skins, and tons 
and tons of whale-bone, making its way to the 
southward. 
He made haste to ascend and catch his 
breath in the lee of the sheltering whaler. 
Right then he forgot all about his fine plans, 
for if there is anything a member of the wan¬ 
dering Petrel tribe likes better than any other, 
it is to sail along day after day, in the wake of 
some great steamer or schooner. Every day the 
