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THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
Now and then Mrs. White Bear looked 
out of her ice palace toward the northern 
sky. Little Miss Snow Bunting looked too, 
and so did all the creatures of the northern 
world except the children who were asleep. 
At last it seemed to be coming. Some¬ 
thing was appearing in the northern sky. 
What was it? The little Eskimo boy and 
girl were awake and whispered, “Is it going 
to be beautiful?” The mothers and fathers 
only put their hands over the children’s 
mouths, and said, “Sh! don’t talk; just look.” 
“I wonder if it is really coming?” the lit¬ 
tle girl whispered as she put her hand over 
her heart to still its beating. 
Far in the northern sky something was 
coming. Something very great and far more 
wonderful than the golden sun or the silvery 
moon. It grew brighter and brighter, till 
at last one could tell just what it was. 
“Yes, yes,” whispered the little boy, “it 
is coming; there is the curtain. It is com¬ 
ing.” They sat quite still, half hiding under 
