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THE STRANGELAND BIRD LIFE 
while. In Mother Penguin’s mind the question 
came over and over again, “Will it not stop 
soon? Will it not stop soon? Is it not growing 
less now?” But always the answer came from 
the wind; 
Whew! Whew! to you, to you! 
Wild wind and snow, too, 
Coming to cover you. 
Whew! Whew! Whew! 
Long ago, Little Mannie had fallen asleep 
in his snug bed. “Will he ever awake?” 
Mama Penguin whispered to herself. Just then 
the wind paused to listen, and I think it under- 
stoood, for slowly, slowly, when the snow was 
almost above the tip of Mother Penguin’s hood, 
it stopped altogether and the sky became so 
clear that Mother Penguin could see the sun 
shining through. 
They were safe, but it was a long and tire¬ 
some time before the snow melted away enough 
for Mannie to leave his once warm nest, which 
was now quite flooded by melting snow, and 
