CHAPTER IX 



THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW 



" The north wind doth blow, 

 And we shall have snow, 

 And what will poor Robin do then, 

 Poor thing ? " 



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ND what will Muskrat do? and Chip- 

 munk ? and Whitefoot, the wood 

 mouse ? and Chickadee ? and the 

 whole world of poor things out 

 of doors ? 



Never fear. Robin knows as well as you that 

 the north wind doth blow, and is now far away on 

 his journey to the South ; Muskrat knows, too, and 

 is building his warm winter lodge; Chipmunk has 

 already made his bed deep down under the stone 

 wall, where zero weather is unheard of ; Whitefoot, 

 the wood mouse, has stored his hollow poplar stub 

 full of acorns, and, taking possession of Robin's de- 

 serted nest near by, has roofed it and lined it and 

 turned it into a cosey, cold-proof house, while Chick- 



