. The fall of the year. Natural history. 66 THE FALL OF THE YEAR the flooded meadow, are fresh calamus roots, and iris and arum—food in abundance, no matter how long the winter lasts. No, the winter has not yet come; but it is coming, for the muskrats are building. Let it come. Let the cold crawl stiff and gray across the meadow. Let the whirling snow curl like smoke about the pointed top of the little tepee down by the meadow ditch. Let the north wind do its worst. For what care the dwellers in that thick-walled lodge beneath the snow? Down under the water their doors are open; their roadways
. The fall of the year. Natural history. 66 THE FALL OF THE YEAR the flooded meadow, are fresh calamus roots, and iris and arum—food in abundance, no matter how long the winter lasts. No, the winter has not yet come; but it is coming, for the muskrats are building. Let it come. Let the cold crawl stiff and gray across the meadow. Let the whirling snow curl like smoke about the pointed top of the little tepee down by the meadow ditch. Let the north wind do its worst. For what care the dwellers in that thick-walled lodge beneath the snow? Down under the water their doors are open; their roadways up the ditches as free as in the summer; and the stems of the sedges just as juicy and pink and tender. The muskrats are building. The buds are leav- ing. Winter is coming. I must get out my own storm-windows and double-doors ; for even now a fire is blazing cheerily on my wide, warm Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Sharp, Dallas Lore, 1870-. Boston, New York [etc. ] Houghton Mifflin Company
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