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step upon it, what must it be for bare 

 toes clinging to frost-covered limbs ? 



If you shiver in your w^arm bed with 

 plenty of clothes piled upon you, and a 

 soapstone at your feet, what think you of 

 the quail and the partridge who make 

 their bed this night in the snowbank, all 

 unmindful of the fox who may dig them 

 out and eat them before morning, or the 

 sudden freeze that may lock them under 

 the crust where they may die miserably 

 of slow starvation ? 



If your own cosy parlour is cold during 

 the great blizzard, how fares it with the 

 jay and the crow who roost at night in 

 the top of a hemlock in the deep woods 

 where the trees are loaded with snow and 

 gemmed with frost ? There the wind 

 howls in the naked tree-tops like a thou- 

 sand demons and the strong trees thrash 

 their mighty arms and groan and shriek 



