\^r-' WOODMYTH & FABLE 



Then the Ice-demons pounded the 

 shore of the island with their clubs. 

 They pushed back the whole river-flood 

 till the channel was dry, then let it rush 

 down like the end of all things, and they 

 shouted together: 



"Ninna-bo-jou! Ninna-bo-jou ! Ninna- 

 bo-jou!" 



But still he slept calmly on. Then 

 came a soft, sweet voice, more gentle 

 than the mating turtle of Miami. It was 

 in the air, but it was nowhere, and yet it 

 was in the trees, in the water, and it was 

 in Ninna-bo-jou too. He felt it, and 

 it awoke him. He sat up and looked 

 about. His white blanket was gone; 

 only a few tatters of it were to be seen 

 in the shady places. In the snowy spots 

 the shreds of the fringe with its beads had 

 taken root and were growing into little 



