STORMY AT THE BIG CANAL 
ITORM Y looked lost and very 
much alone in the world. 
And indeed he was alone in 
a strange land. He wouldn’t 
have minded that so much, 
but to add to all this it was hot, burning hot! 
His wings drooped pitifully as he walked along 
the baking sand of the beach. 
“I wonder where it could have gone to?” 
he said to himself. He was thinking of the 
lumber schooner which he had followed for 
days and weeks and perhaps for a month. He 
could keep no track of time. He only knew 
that it was time the weather was growing cool 
in all the lauds he had visited before, but that 
here it had been growing warmer and warmer 
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