58 NOVEMBER 



Just before winter the white bear lies down. 

 She waits until the snow covers her all over. 

 The snow gets deeper and deeper. 

 But the white bear's warm body melts out a 

 hollow place. 



Here she lives all winter long without food. 



And her babies live with her. 



Perhaps you think that they would smother. 



No ; the snow is full of air. 



That is the reason that it is so white. 



And then the wind blows softly through it. 



hurrying creatures greeted under- 

 ground buried treasures 



How gray the trees look ! 



And the earth, too, is hard and bare. 



There are no ants hurrying along. 



No grasshoppers fly out of the grass. 



We no longer hear the " croak ! croak ! 

 croak ! " of the frogs. 



We do not hear the "hum! hum!" of the 

 bees. 



All through the autumn living creatures 

 greeted us at every step. 



But now all is still. 



