. St. Nicholas [serial]. e ap- potatoes, let us sing Winter. So I say, Let usvoices be in harmony with the season? — Thokeau. proach, and say by their actions, We havewarm and well-bedded stables, and, oh my !you should see the hay-mow—it reaches to theroof. Ask the farm young folks, and they will tellyou: Of course the mow is full. Did nt wejam it away down even to the eaves with thepitchfork last July ? And such fun, too, mow-ing away, even if it was hot work ! The full corn-crib this side of the barn atthe right tells the same story of readiness forwinter. Perhaps that is the reason why the
. St. Nicholas [serial]. e ap- potatoes, let us sing Winter. So I say, Let usvoices be in harmony with the season? — Thokeau. proach, and say by their actions, We havewarm and well-bedded stables, and, oh my !you should see the hay-mow—it reaches to theroof. Ask the farm young folks, and they will tellyou: Of course the mow is full. Did nt wejam it away down even to the eaves with thepitchfork last July ? And such fun, too, mow-ing away, even if it was hot work ! The full corn-crib this side of the barn atthe right tells the same story of readiness forwinter. Perhaps that is the reason why therooster jumps on the post, stretches out hisneck, flaps his wings, and opens his mouth totell the world that he is happy. And the hensstop their scratching and eating to scurry offwith the gleeful cry of , too, are happy. Come around to this side of the yard, nearthe woodshed by the house, and here, too, wefind readiness for winter—jolly old Uncle NATURE AND SCIENCE FOR YOUNG FOLKS. 169 vLs. f protection you may find in all stages of f. | Henry at the woodpile. He stops driving his sharp-toothed buck-saw through a stick of white birch, and says, You re right; it s as good a pile as there is in town. I reckon there s going to be a cold winter— and I kinder thought t was just as well to be fixed for it. White birch makes good fuel, does nt it? There s nothing much better than a roaring white-birch fire on a cold evening, when the snow sparkles in the moonlight and creaks as you step on it. To make it just right you ve got to have a mug of cider and a dish of apples and a pan of walnuts to go with it. An I ve got them, too. The cellar s full o barrels, and I dont know how many walnuts an chestnuts and hazelnuts the young folks have spread on the floor to dry in the attic. That reminds us of our chipmunk that went their runways under the dead weeds and grass, into winter quarters last month, only he put and the meadow-lark and quail have sunny his s
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