THE PUFFINS AND THE HUNTER 
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something tumbled down on her head! It 
didn’t seem very heavy. Perhaps it was just 
a clump of flowers that had been blown 
there by the wind. That was the way Baby 
thought about it, and she wasn’t very much 
frightened at first; yet when she started to 
rise she found she couldn’t, for though the 
thing was not heavy, it seemed bound tight 
to the ground and she could not budge. 
Then she was frightened! She twisted her 
head about and looked around her. Right 
close to her was one of the gay little Puffin 
singers. He was bound to the earth, too. 
“Hello,” said Baby in bird talk. “What 
has happened to us?” 
“It’s Omnok, the Eskimo hunter’s terrible 
net!” exclaimed the little Puffin sadly. “I 
didn’t see it till it was too late. I ran right 
into it, and so did some of the others. It 
flopped right down upon us and here we 
are. By and by Omnok will come around 
and put us in a close, evil-smelling sack, 
and then tomorrow he will make food of 
us for his family. I suppose we shouldn’t 
