“I have ever so many things to show you, Gerda,” she said.  “There are no children for me to play with, so I have to make friends with the birds.  I have four now, and I am trying to teach them to eat from my hand.”

As Karen spoke, she led the way around the corner of the house, and there, sheltered from the wind, was a collection of cages, mounted on a rough wooden bench.  In each one was a bird which had been injured in some way.

The largest cage held a snowy owl, and when Karen spoke to him he ruffled up his feathers and rolled his head from side to side, his great golden eyes staring at her without blinking.

“He can’t see when the sun shines,” Karen explained; “but he seems to know my voice.”

“What a good time he must have in the long winter nights, when he can see all the time,” said Gerda.  “Where did you get him?”

“Father found him in the woods with a broken wing; but he is nearly well now, and I shall soon set him free,” Karen told her.

“And here is a woodpecker, and a cuckoo, and a magpie,” said Gerda, looking into the cages.

“Yes,” said Karen, “and last year I had an eider-duck, and I often have sea-gulls.  Sometimes, when there is a big storm, the gulls are blown against the windows of the lighthouse and are hurt.  I find them on the rocks in the morning with a broken leg or wing, and then I put them in a cage and take care of them until they can fly away.  Father and I call this the Sea-gull Light.”

“What do you do with the birds in the winter?” asked Gerda.

“The lighthouse is closed as soon as the Gulf freezes over, and then we go to live on the mainland,” Karen replied.  “One of my brothers built a bird-house near our barn, and if my birds are not strong enough to fly away, Father lets me take them with me in the cages, and I feed them all winter with crumbs and grain.”

“How many brothers have you?”

“There are five, but they are all much older than I am.  They work in the woods in the winter, cutting out logs or making tar; and in the summer they go off on fishing trips.  I don’t see them very often.”

“We met a great many vessels loaded with lumber on our way up the coast,” said Gerda, “and, wherever we stopped, the wharves were covered with great piles of lumber, and barrels and barrels of tar.”

“The lumber vessels sail past this island all summer,” said Karen.  “I often wonder where they go, and what becomes of all the lumber they carry.  There is a sawmill near our house on the shore and it whirrs and saws all day long.”

“There were sawmills all along the coast,” said Gerda.  “Birger and I began to count them, and then there were so many other things to see that we forgot to count.”

Karen stooped down to open the door of the magpie’s cage, and he hopped out and began picking up the grain which she held in her hand for him.  “I think this magpie is going to stay with me,” she said.  “He is very tame and I often let him out of the cage.  Mother says he will bring me good luck,” she added rather wistfully.