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and cold), moisture and dryness, clear and cloudy weather, the appearance of the sky, the sunrise, sunset, stars, moon; the winds, their direction and what they bring; read the reports of the weather bureau and find out where the cold or hot wave comes from. Form conclusions from your observations, and discover relations between moisture and temperature, wind and cloud and mountain. Note the effect of the weather upon the world about us.]

b. Write the journal of a squirrel getting ready for winter.

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Of a Puritan maiden during the early times in New England.

f. Of Hiawatha's friendship with the animals. Of an early settler at Thanksgiving time.

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h. Of a student in Ichabod Crane's school.

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Of an old Dutch housewife making ready for winter.

g. Of the month of October.
h. Of a bit of pampas grass.

II. WINTER.

WINTER SONG

Summer joys are o'er;

Flow'rets bloom no more,

Wintry winds a-sweeping;

Through the snowdrifts peeping,

Cheerful evergreen

Rarely now is seen.

Now no pluméd throng

Charms the woods with song;
Ice-bound trees are glittering;
Merry snowbirds twittering,
Fondly strive to cheer
Scenes so cold and drear.

Winter, still I see

Many charms in thee,—
Love thy chilly greeting,
Snowstorms fiercely beating,
And the dear delights
Of the long, long nights.

1. THINGS TO BE OBSERVED:

a. Frost and the work it does.

b. Snow: its formation, shape of its crystals.

c. Snowstorms; the earth after a snowstorm.
d. Formation of ice crystals-icebergs.

e. Sports in connection with frost, snow, and ice.
f. Fireside enjoyments in winter.

g. The earth as it appears in winter and the especial appearance of the bare trees and winter scenes.

That was an interesting little letter that you wrote me. Yes, I know Jack Frost; he has been here, too. I am going to tell you what happened early one morning. It was a very cold morning and I was just ready to go downstairs when I stepped to the window to look out; but I at once forgot what I was looking to see, for there before me was the window covered with pictures. There were mountains, and boats, and windmills and bridges; there were queer little houses and trees and a church with steeple so tall and so crooked that I thought it surely would fall. But what do you think I saw next? the most beautiful picture of all! a dainty little girl. I looked at her a long time; she had on a white hood and coat. "Good

morning," I said and stooped over to kiss her. But would you believe it? that very minute she was gone, frightened away by a kiss which I never dreamed would do any harm. I have been so sorry ever since, because I know she will never come back. Who do you suppose she was? She was Jack Frost's little child, and it was he that made the picture; but I can not tell you any more about it now. I shall write to you again soon and tell you of a snow scene we had last week. Give my love to all. Your sincere cousin,

EMILY.

a. After reading the above letter, write the one to which you think it might have been an answer. Also, write the letter that might have followed this one, describing the snow scene promised.

My dear Clyde:

ALASKA.

Would you like to come visit us? You would have a fine time. I could take you riding on my sled made of walrus bones. My dogs go very fast over the sparkling snow. Our house is an odd looking mound of stone. It has two openings in it, a door and a window. We do not have a furnace as you have; but we are heated by a lamp which has a shallow plate. Mamma cooks the food on this plate. I know things must be different in your country. Will you write me a letter and tell me how you live? Come and see me. Your Alaska friend, SIPSU.

b. Answer the above letter, giving Sipsu as good a picture of your life as he has given you of his.

Dear Friend:

January 24, 1902.

This morning I noticed the snowflakes coming down. They were fluffy and soft. Before some of them reached the ground they danced and whirled and fluttered about lazily, as if they were in no hurry to come down. Some of them came down zigzag. Some of them hovered in the air. They made me think of the leaves in autumn and the snowbirds in the winter. Have you ever watched the snowflakes coming down? Isn't it a pretty sight? To-night I am going to play snow-ball on the sidewalk in front of our house. I have a nice sled, too, and I am going to take Fred on it up the hill and let him slide down. I love winter for its fun. I hope you do, too. Please write soon to your devoted friend, A. J.

c. Answer the above letter.

d. Correspond with Gemila, the child of the desert, and in exchange for her account of her climate and surroundings tell her in separate letters the following points:

(i) How the snow looks and how it comes down. (ii) How the earth looks when it is covered with

snow.

(iii) What plays you have with the snow.

(iv) What ice is. How it looks.