130 WINTER 



T ^vy ur wagon to a star is a very great help in getting 

 ^along ; but having the big sun behind you 



" When descends on the Atlantic 



The gigantic 

 Storm-wind of the equinox " 



is a tremendous help in ri Iding you of a slow and, 

 by this time, wearisome winter, storm- wind and 

 all. 



Almanacs are not much to trust in ; but if ever 

 you prize one, it is on the 21st of March, that is, 

 if you chance to live in New England. Yet you can 

 get along without the almanac even in New Eng- 

 land. Hang it up under the corner of the kitchen 

 mantelpiece and come out with me into the March 

 mud. We are going to find the signs of spring, 

 the proofs that this is the last day of winter, that 

 the sun is somewhere in the heavens and on this 

 side of the equatorial line. 



Almanac or no, and with all other signs snowed 

 under, there are still our bones ! Spring is in our 

 bones. I cannot tell you how it gets into them, 

 nor describe precisely how it feels. But, then, I do 

 not need to. For you feel it in your bones too a 

 light, hollow feeling, as if your bones were birds' 

 bones, and as if you could flap your arms and fly ! 



Only that you feel it more in your feet ; and you 

 will start and run, like the Jungle-folk, like Mowgli 

 run, run, run! Oh, it is good to have bones in 

 your body, young bones with the " spring-running," 



