Megis-s'oo and Shoo-e-ging-wah amid grass and flowers at Etah. — There are no happier children in 

 the world than the Eskimo, and when the dark winter is past and the sun has risen and begins to circle 

 about the sky, never setting at all at night so that the days are long for play, they are happier than ever. 

 As far north as this there are no trees to spread their leaves and give shade in which to play ; but by 

 June the ground is soft with moss, grass is growing green, and wild flowers blossom among the rocks, 

 while the chirping of snow birds and the sound of running waters blend cheerily with the laughter of the 

 children 



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