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THE STRANGELAND BIRD LIFE 
sighted them he gave up and settled down on 
the water, a very lonely old traveler in the midst 
of a dark, dark, old ocean which now every 
day was growing colder and colder till Stormy 
found it difficult, indeed, to keep his toes warm. 
“And the strangest part of it all is,” he 
said to himself, “that it is June and should be 
warm even in the far, far northland.” 
But his usual strong heart gave him cour¬ 
age, and he felt sure that should he continue 
southward things would be different. He 
would come to some new land, and find some 
new ship to follow. 
And at last he did come to a land. But 
such a strange land as it was! Cold and bleak 
and barren! Not a soul in sight, and no ships! 
Just such a land as Arctic region and Alaska. 
“I must have come back to the land of 
Big White Bear, Little White Fox, Little Miss 
Snow Bunting, and the rest,” Stormy said to 
himself, as he lighted on a pinnacle of ice to 
look about. “But where can they all be? I do 
