34 
THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
“No, no, you’re wrong, all wrong! Over 
on the sand bar’s the place.” 
“No! No! What do you fellows know 
about it? Over in the seaweed grove’s the 
very place! There we have shade and plenty 
of sand grass.” 
“You’re all wrong—” and so on and on 
they went, all talking at once, just because 
they had no leader. 
“What a silly, foolish crowd they are!” 
said Miss Specks. “I feel sorry for them. 
People like that very often get into a great 
deal of trouble because they have no one 
to lead them.” 
The Tomcod reunion party soon drifted 
out of sight and the three friends went on 
with their play. They had just reached the 
crest of a splendid wave when the water 
suddenly turned dark, as if a cloud were 
passing over the sky. They looked up, but 
there wasn’t a cloud to be seen and they 
were wondering what had happened, when 
up spouted a great rush of water from the 
