When the wind sweeps across the grass, the field has a ripple like a pond,and when it sweeps across the corn the field waves to and fro like a sea. That is called the wind's dance;but hear it tell stories;it sings them out,and how different it sounds in the tree-tops in the forest,and throught the loopholes and clefts and cracks in walls! Do you see how the wind drives the clouds up yonder,like a flock of sheep? Do you hear how the wind howls do here through the open gate, like a watchman blow-in his horn? With wonderful tones he whistles and screams down the chimney and into the fireplace! The fire crackles and flares up, and shines far into the room, and the little place is warm and snug, and it is pleasant to sit there listening to the sounds.Let the Wind speak,for he knows plenty of stories and fairy tales,many more than are known to any of us.Just hear what the Wind can tell.
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