PENGUIN VILLAGE 
‘GREAT red beam of sun¬ 
shine was slowly lifting the 
sun out of a dark blue pool of 
ocean. Stormy Petrel, our 
jolly tramp of the sea, 
watched it till it sank slowly 
into the sea and left the sun to roll by itself along 
the blue waters. Stormy had long since learned 
his geography lesson of the South Polar Sea, and 
had learned much of the language of Penguin 
land as well, and now he was going with these 
staid and solemn folks to their summer home 
where, they had assured him, they would build 
real houses of stone, lay out streets, and live 
for all the world like humans. 
- The days had grown longer, water had ap¬ 
peared here and there on the ice floes. Stormy 
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