14 
THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
But Baby Loon did not give up. She 
just lay there quite still, and when Omnok 
the hunter came along you might have 
thought she was a stone or a block of drift¬ 
wood. Omnok came closer and closer. 
Every now and then he lifted the net and 
took a Puffin from beneath it. Then he 
would come a little closer to Baby and stop 
again. He was getting very, very close. 
We can be sure that he hadn’t seen Baby 
or he wouldn’t have done as he did. For 
he lifted the net to take a Puffin out and 
raised it quite high for a second. A second 
was enough, for Zip! out whirled Baby 
Laughing Loon and away she flew like a 
streak. 
“Ah-ne-ca!” exclaimed Omnok. “I have 
lost the best one of all. She would have 
made me a good meal all by herself. I 
wonder how she came so close to the edge 
of the net?” Baby Laughing Loon knew 
how she came there and she was glad. She 
had done the best she could under the worst 
circumstances, but she was very, very sorry 
for her friends, the little Puffin singers. 
