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THE STRANGELAND BIRD LIFE 
knew it was coming spring, and he was anxious 
to be away. Already his friends, Huskie the 
malamute dog, and the Geography man, had 
packed up their camp and gone to the north¬ 
ward. Stormy had liked his Penguin friends 
so well that he stayed behind, but now he was 
glad to be on the move. He took his place in 
line, and away they marched single file, making 
quite a solid roadway as they traveled. Stormy 
had no trouble in keeping up the gait walking 
till his companions came to a steep hill. Once 
at the top they lay flat down on their stomachs, 
and with their heavy robes for sleds, went to¬ 
bogganing to the bottom in a hurry. This left 
Stormy far behind, but he was not long in start¬ 
ing to fly, and soon he was airshipping along far 
over their heads, and did not stop till he was at 
the top of the next hill, from which he could 
watch their slow-winding progress, which re¬ 
minded him of nothing half so much as the gold 
seekers of his own Alaska as they made their 
way to some new diggings. 
