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THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
to the cliff and she had thought she might 
jump out upon it. Holding her breath hard 
she had spread her wings and given a great 
leap. Alas it would seem that there was 
no sky there at all for down, down she came 
and if there hadn’t been an arm of the kind 
old ocean there to catch her she would cer¬ 
tainly have been killed. As it was she had 
an awful fright, and was all shaken up, and 
to make it worse here was Little Brown 
Seal, a very new companion, laughing at 
her. Was it not all very mean? 
Now as we know, Little Brown Seal 
looked so comical with his hoola-hoola ball 
head and his whiskers, like the white man’s 
cat, that Baby Laughing Loon just had to 
feel joyful in spite of herself. 
“Well,” she said to herself, “anyway here 
is someone who looks as if he would make 
a good playmate and I don’t believe he thinks 
for a moment the sky is his so I think we 
may have some good times together.” 
Some good times they did have after 
that; for Little Brown Seal hadn’t the slight- 
