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"I will blow you out," said the wind to

the moon.

"You are always looking at me. You look to see what I am doing. I hate to be watched.

I will blow you out."

The wind blew hard.

Out went the moon.

The wind was glad.

He lay down to sleep. Soon he awoke. There was the bright moon again.

She was looking right at him.

Said the wind, "I will blow you out

again."

He blew and he blew.

The moon grew very thin.

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"I will blow again.

I will blow very hard.

I will blow you right out of the sky."

He blew very hard. The moon was gone. "Now I will have some fun.

I will blow trees down.

I will blow chimneys down."

The moon shall not see what I do."

So away he flew.

Soon he looked up.

"What's that?" said he.

It was the moon looking at him.

The wind was very angry.

He danced and blew.

He blew as hard as he could.

The moon did not go away.

She kept on shining.

"How strong I am!" said the wind.

"First I blew the moon out of the sky.

Then I blew her back again.

The moon did not know what he said.

She was too far away.

She did not hear him blow.

She did not know that there was any wind. She made the night beautiful.

THE WIND AND THE MOON.

Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow

You stare in the air

Like a ghost in a chair,

you out!"

Always looking what I am about,

I hate to be watched; I will blow you out.

The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon,
So deep on a heap

Of dreamless sleep

Down lay the Wind and slumbered soon,

Muttering low, "I've done for that moon."

But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair,

For high in the sky

With her one ghost eye

Motionless, miles above the air,

She had never heard the great Wind blare.

-Geo. Macdonald.

HIAWATHA.

Hiawatha was a little Indian boy.

He had no mother.

His grandmother took care of him.

Her name was Nokomis.

They lived in a wigwam.

The wigwam was made of poles and skins.

The bed was made of skins, too.

How did the Indians get the skins?

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