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THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
her little legs would carry her, while those 
terrible pirates, Ivory Gull and Kittle Wake, 
came closer and closer. How fierce they 
looked! And how hideously they did crack 
their bills! 
Poor little Baby Laughing Loon! Paddle 
fast as she might, the two bold, fierce fel¬ 
lows came nearer and nearer. Now Baby 
Laughing Loon could hear the whirr of their 
wings, now see the gleam of their eyes. 
Now she could see every feather in their 
great sails. In one moment she would be 
carried away by the heartless pirates. And 
sure enough, suddenly Kittle Wake picked 
her up by her collar and whirled her away 
faster than she had ever traveled in her 
life before. It may seem strange that. her 
fuzzy-wuzzy, woolly-cotton suit didn’t tear 
right in two, but it didn’t, for it was a very 
strong bathing suit. On and on they whirled. 
Would she never see her mother and brothers 
again in their cozy home on Happy Island? 
Even pirates, however, fail sometimes to 
agree. For that matter, they seldom do 
