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THE STRANGELAND BIRD LIFE 
.all there was in the hall. It was the home of 
old robber Sheathbill! There was the bed he 
slept on, and there were his two white eggs. 
But the bad thing about his house was his bed. 
It was all made of the bones and skulls of little 
Penguin folks! He had discovered a real rob¬ 
ber’s den, and here he was just a little fellow 
and all alone 1 What should he do? 
It was evident that he was not going to see 
the land beyond the sun this morning, even if 
it was only from the distant top of a hill. He 
had just come to this conclusion and was about 
to climb down from the little ridge and make 
for home as fast as his feet would carry him, 
when all at once he felt a cold shiver run down 
his back. A hoarse voice came over the next 
ridge. What an angry voice it was! He looked 
and there, looking at him with a wicked grin 
was the robber himself, not twenty feet away! 
Mannie didn’t want to seem a bit scared, 
so he turned and walked down the hill with 
all the dignity he could command. But it 
