12 
THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
blame him, for if he did not hunt and fish 
his family would starve, for this country 
will not raise corn and potatoes, wheat and 
sugar cane, as other lands. It will raise 
only flowers.” 
“Can’t we get away?” asked Baby hope¬ 
fully. “I’m going to try, anyway.” 
“You might just as well while you may,” 
said the little singer. “The net is very 
strong.” 
Indeed, Baby found this quite true, for 
it was made of fine threads of sealskin. She 
struggled and struggled toward the edge of 
the net, and at last she was one mesh nearer 
the edge. She kept struggling and again 
was two meshes nearer, then three, then 
four, and very soon she was very near the 
edge; right alongside, in fact. The outside 
strand of the net was very much larger than 
the others, and stretched very, very tight. 
Struggle as she might, she could not even 
so much as get her head under it. 
“It is too bad!” said the little singer. 
