32 
THE STRANGELAND BIRD LIFE 
not so much as see a trace of them anywhere. 
There are some tracks right over there, but they 
do not look like the tracks of anyone I have 
ever seen. I’ll just go over and look at them.” 
Stormy did go over, and just as he was 
bending over to examine them very, very care¬ 
fully, he heard a strange voice, and looking up, 
beheld a great company of large birds walking 
solemnly toward him. They were all dressed 
in long robes and caps like monks, and were 
quite as silent. They looked a great deal like 
the Puffin folks. But they were large! Why 
some of them must have been four feet tall! 
Stormy rubbed his eyes and stared. “I 
must have got some sea water down my throat. 
It is making me see things!” he said, rubbing 
his eyes again and again. But every time he 
looked, the strange procession was still there 
and coming closer and closer. 
“I might as well start out to meet them and 
see what will happen,” said Stormy to himself, 
and started toward them. 
