I expect you'll see some queer ones, if you go to hot places.

And oh, Jack! talking of burrows, of course you're in Nova Scotia, and that's where Cape Sable is, where the stormy petrels make their houses in the sand.

They are what sailors call Mother Carey's chickens, you know.

I'm sure we've read about them in adventure books; they always come with storms, and sailors think they build their nests on the wave.

But they don't, Jack, so _you_ mustn't think so.