38 
THE STRANGELAND BIRD LIFE 
“Now,” said Stormy, after he had told all 
his strange experiences, “I want to ask you 
some questions.” 
“Go ahead. Ask as many as you like,” 
said Huskie, grinning from ear to ear. “I shall 
be glad to answer all of them.” 
“What I want to know, in the first place,” 
said Stormy, standing on one foot and scratch¬ 
ing his right shin with the toe of his left foot, 
“is, how could I get north by going south?” 
Huskie wanted to laugh right out loud at 
this, but he didn’t. So he politely said, “Why, 
you didn’t. You’re not north now, you’re 
south.” 
“South!” exclaimed Stormy, more puzzled 
than ever. “Isn’t this Alaska? But if it is, 
where is White Bear, where’s Little White Fox, 
where’s Tusks, the walrus, and Tdariuk, the 
reindeer, where’s all the rest of the folks I used 
to know?” Stormy had grown quite excited, 
