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THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
cliff in the Arctic lands. Does it not all 
sound very fine?” 
It did sound fine indeed to little Baby 
Laughing Loon. 
“I tell you what!” exclaimed Stormy, com¬ 
ing quite close to Baby and nudging her in 
a manner that Baby did not quite like, “I’ll 
tell you what! You’ll be flying when I come 
back here in the autumn, and you and I’ll go 
on a trip together. A child is always handy 
for a traveler like me. What do you say?” 
Baby was too full of thought to answer, 
so the stranger rose and soared away. That 
night in her home Baby said to her mother, 
“Mother, I’m going to be a tramp, or a tra¬ 
veler, or something when I grow up—just 
such a person as Stormy Petrel is.” 
“All right,” smiled her mother. “You 
may be a traveler like Stormy Petrel, or a 
tramp, as he really is, but first I must tell 
you just the kind of life he really lives. 
Doubtless he told you all about the happy 
side. Well, listen closely while I tell you the 
rest. It is true that the sailors are very glad 
