"Of course they don't all live there the year round. Some of them are just summer boarders.
"Maybe in a very lonely spot you'll hear a bird all by himself, with a very sweet song—the hermit thrush.
"Perhaps there will be a chorus of pipits, fox and white-throated sparrows, robins, warblers and buntings.
"You might even come upon a Nashville warbler or a Maryland yellow-throat!
"If eggs are collected in Labrador, the contents aren't wasted.
"You bore a hole in the side of the egg, put in a blowpipe with a rubber bulb, and force the contents into a frying-pan. You can make fine omelet from the eggs of eiders, gulls, puffins and cormorants. Or you can mix flour with the eggs, add salt and butter, and make a nice pancake browned on both sides.
"It tastes rather fishy, of course, but it's very filling, and when you come in after a long, hard run behind the dogs, or soaked to the skin from a boat-ride, it certainly is fine to fill up on cormorant omelet while you pleasantly roast yourself before the leaping flames of a driftwood bonfire.
"A Labrador baby thinks that a gull's egg is as good as a stick of candy.
"Puffins are lots of fun. You've read about the penguins in the Antarctic, where they have almost no other animals—how the penguins dive and swim and carry stones about, looking like solemn old gentlemen at a club in their dress suits. Well, the puffins are to Labrador what penguins are to the South Pole country.
"Their burrows are two or three feet long, and the mother sits on a single dirty white egg in a straw nest. The birds have red, parrot-like bills, and they have pale grey faces with markings that make them look as if they were wearing spectacles.