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THE STRANGELAND BIRD LIFE 
have to go up one street and down another till 
I come to it,” he said to himself. This would 
take a long time, but there was nothing else for 
it. He was sorry he had ever ventured forth to 
find the land beyond the sun. But up this street 
and down that one he tramped, thinking every 
moment he would come to his own home. Up 
and down, up and down, till his feet hurt more 
than ever, but at last he came out at the other 
edge of the town and never a look at his own 
home had he had. 
“What am I to do?” he asked himself, “I’m 
very hungry and,—” Just then he caught sight 
of a Mrs. Penguin coming from fishing, with 
a splendid fish in her basket. “I believe that 
is my own mother!” he exclaimed, and went 
toddling after her asking for his breakfast. 
But was it his mother? It is very easy to think 
most any good woman is your mother in Pen¬ 
guin Land when you are very hungry. 
