FINDING THE NORTH STAR 
“Aren’t the stars bright tonight?” said Buddy, as he, 
his sister, and his uncle came out on the porch one eve¬ 
ning. “Uncle Jack, is it as far to the stars as it is to 
the moon?” 
“Mother said it was much farther to the stars, Buddy,” 
replied Marylee. 
“It is much farther,” said Uncle Jack. “If you could 
fly so fast that you could go from here to the moon while 
I say zip, zip, it would take you four years to get to the 
nearest star you see.” 
“How far away that must be!” exclaimed Marylee. 
“Let’s play we are going to a star. Zip, zip. We are at 
the moon. Zip, zip, and we are twice as far as the moon. 
Zip, zip, and we are three times as far. Then if we keep 
going like that all day, and all night, and all week, and 
all month, and all year, for four years, we would get to 
the first star. My! That’s a mighty long way!” 
“Are the stars like the moon, Uncle Jack?” asked 
Buddy. “The moon is sometimes boiling hot and some¬ 
times freezing cold, you told us.” 
“No, the stars that we can see are never cold,” replied 
Uncle Jack. “They are great balls of burning rock and 
gases. They are hotter than anything that we know.” 
“Buddy, do you see those bright stars over in the 
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