8 
THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
no sun at all, and where it is so cold that the 
icicles on the eaves do not drip for eight 
months long! This doesn’t seem possible, 
to many of us. But it is true just the same, 
for Little Baby Laughing Loon saw them as 
she went for a walk on the hillside. It 
seems that when the sun did come out he 
must have felt sorry for the poor cold world 
and just as fast as he could spare the time 
he stayed longer and longer until at last 
he just didn’t go to bed at all, but just 
stayed around and warmed up the earth 
and melted the snow and had the flower beds 
all ready; and before one would ever think 
it possible there they were—thousands and 
thousands of flowers; red and blue and pink 
and crimson, tossing their heads merrily in 
the sunshine! There never was a wild prairie 
full of cowslips and buttercups, shooting 
stars and lady slippers, that could compare 
with it, nor was any deep wooded garden 
full of anemonies and spring beauties its 
equal. 
