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THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
Did she not wander about among the great 
mysterious grass forests or beneath the great 
towering willows? Was it pleasant to lie 
in the sun when it was not too warm or to 
play about in the shade of an afternoon? 
Yes, indeed,—the land was hers. The sea? 
Did she not swim and dive in all its wonderful 
blue of water and mist and storm? Did 
she not hunt the red faced Shrimp children 
to their homes beneath its surfaces? Yes, 
the sea was hers also. The sky? Well, that 
"was altogether different. Try as she might 
she could not make herself feel that the 
sky was a safe place to be! Sometimes it 
seemed not to be there at all and always 
it seemed to be going this way or that. How 
could one be supposed to ride in it and dive 
in it or lie about upon it? Would it not 
let you fall, far, far down and go crashing 
on the rocks, or would it not carry you far 
away from your friends to lands unknown? 
These questions came to Baby Laughing 
Loon and every time she thought of going 
out upon the sky, she was afraid. The 
