STORMY PETREL 
9 
I’ll Just Oil Up My Wings and Sail Away 
and a very delightful time he had made of it, 
too. For two long months there had been no 
nights at all, and even when the sun did begin 
to set it stayed down only a very short time, 
and only served to make the sunlight and twi¬ 
light the more delightful. But now, so very 
early, it seemed to Stormy, here was a snow¬ 
storm whirling before his door, and the wind 
singing wild songs of winter and famine! 
“I’ll just oil up and sail away the moment 
it stops,” he said to himself, beginning at once 
to prepare for his departure. 
