GOING SOUTH INTO THE COLD 
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Stormy looked and looked and looked, but 
he could see nothing but little black waves such 
as there were everywhere, and bits of drifting sea 
plants which were not uncommon at all. “I 
wonder what they were talking about,” he said 
to himself as he spread his wings and prepared 
to continue his journey. 
Three days later Stormy lifted his face to 
a breeze that was coming from the south. “I 
do believe it really feels cool!” he exclaimed. 
“A cool breeze from the south!” 
A week later he was very, very sure the 
weather was becoming much cooler and they 
were still journeying southward. The strang¬ 
est part of all was that they were now at that 
time of year when, in the lands he had visited 
before, it should be growing warmer and 
warmer toward the hot summer time, yet here 
they were every day going on and on into 
cooler and cooler climes. He couldn’t figure it 
