GOD’S GREAT MOVING PICTURES 
It was Autumn now and far away in her 
own northern land was little Miss Snow 
Bunting, and near her in their snug home 
were our little Eskimo friends. Down from 
the north had stolen the cold, cold winter 
time. So silently had he come upon the 
land that he caught all the willow shrubs 
with their summer dresses on and all winter 
long they shivered and sighed as they were 
tossed about by the winter blasts which 
rustled their summer gowns. To Miss Snow 
Bunting this was the most happy time, in¬ 
deed, for she hid herself away beneath the 
skirts of a short chubby willow, and behind 
these protecting covers, she defied the fiercest 
blast. All night long as she heard the ice 
crackling and booming away, as winter 
sewed the blanket over even the black old 
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