OLD TRAMP STORMY PETREL 
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to have him follow their ship, and they do 
feed him very well. These great ships travel 
far over the wide seas where there are terri¬ 
ble storms, and many times when the storm 
is raging wildest the sailors cannot get out to 
throw food to Stormy Petrel, and he is too 
far from land to go to find it, so he suffers 
from hunger. Very often in these wild 
storms he becomes weary and then he rests 
on the waves and falls asleep. When he 
awakes fog has covered the sea, and his ship 
is far away. Then he is alone on the great 
wild sea. If he perishes of hunger, there is 
no one to mourn him; no one to bury him, 
and by and by the red-faced shrimp children 
pick his bones. That’s the other story to 
being a traveler like Stromy Petrel.” 
Baby was silent then, and very soon she 
was fast asleep. The next morning as she 
played with Miss Swan, she said suddenly: 
“I’m not going to be a tramp like Stormy 
Petrel.” 
“Who said you were?” asked Miss Swan. 
Baby did not answer, but went bobbing 
away playing submarine. 
