Barty Crusoe and his man Saturday . saw arather small cloud of a very queer color—it was purplish-black and had raggededges. Its a storm cloud, said the GoodWolf, looking serious, and its comingtowards the island. Do you see the windbeginning to stir the tops of the trees? Yes, said Barty, looking rather anxioushimself. On Robinson Crusoes desertisland there was a kind of storm they calla tropical storm-—I dont know what«tropical means, but the storms weredreadful. Is there going to be one now? There is, said the Good Wolf. Tropi-cal storms are storms in the hot countries,and they are not nice
Barty Crusoe and his man Saturday . saw arather small cloud of a very queer color—it was purplish-black and had raggededges. Its a storm cloud, said the GoodWolf, looking serious, and its comingtowards the island. Do you see the windbeginning to stir the tops of the trees? Yes, said Barty, looking rather anxioushimself. On Robinson Crusoes desertisland there was a kind of storm they calla tropical storm-—I dont know what«tropical means, but the storms weredreadful. Is there going to be one now? There is, said the Good Wolf. Tropi-cal storms are storms in the hot countries,and they are not nice to be out in. Barty gave a shout. Then its a house we must find first,he said, as quickly as ev^er we can. Wecant stay in the forest because the windroots up the trees and the lightning strikesthem and they fall crashing and must find a house or a place to hidein. Could we run back to the beach anddig a hole in the sand and creep into it? The kind of storm that cloud is bring-ing here, answered the Good Wolf, will.
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