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THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
ocean, she was snug and warm. Then the 
sun left and the many, many stars, the 
twinkling golden snowflakes of the sky, came 
out and stayed all day and night. Miss Snow 
Bunting was very happy in her winter abode, 
and there were things to eat, too. Oh! 
Plenty of things to eat! There were whole 
fields of spicy flower seeds stowed away in 
little pods on the hillsides, while at the foot 
of the hills were bushes and bushes of lus¬ 
cious frozen blueberries, and the tundra was 
waving red here and there with dried salmon 
berries. This living in Alaska land in the 
long, long winter time is not without a most 
wonderful reward. 
We must not forget that the little Eskimo 
boy and girl had said that it would be nice 
to stay in this, their own land for a very, 
very special reason. Well, one night when 
the golden moon was circling low, almost 
touching the blanket of old ocean, and the 
golden snowflakes were winking, winking at 
one another and at Miss Snow Bunting, there 
came a moment when all the frozen land 
