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THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
est notion of trying to fly and though he 
had his doubts about the wisdom of Baby 
Laughing Loon’s not trying to make the sky 
her own, he was far too well pleased with 
her company to suggest that she try again 
to climb out upon the sky. 
So the days fled swiftly by and one fine 
morning when the night had been growing 
longer and the winds colder Baby Laughing 
Loon awoke to find all her feathered friends 
gone. They had vanished like the parts of 
the sky which had so disappointed her. 
“Where can they be?” she asked Little 
Brown Seal in great distress. 
Little Brown Seal was a very kind hearted 
fellow, and besides he didn’t feel just right 
about encouraging Baby to play so long with 
him while the fine days were passing, but 
he was also an honest fellow and so he 
said, “They have all started south. Your 
people never stay in my land during the 
long cold winter, so I suppose you must go 
too though I shall miss you very much.” 
