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... became quite warm . At night when the sun was gone they grew cold . The little grains of which the rocks are made became larger when they were warm and crowded each other . When it was cold they shrank away from each other . In this way ...
... became quite warm . At night when the sun was gone they grew cold . The little grains of which the rocks are made became larger when they were warm and crowded each other . When it was cold they shrank away from each other . In this way ...
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... became mixed with it , and many little animals had made their homes in it , there was formed the dark rich soil . Our picture shows another way in which soil is formed . In it you can see the bank of. ROCKS WITH NO COVERING OF SOIL ...
... became mixed with it , and many little animals had made their homes in it , there was formed the dark rich soil . Our picture shows another way in which soil is formed . In it you can see the bank of. ROCKS WITH NO COVERING OF SOIL ...
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... became smoother , and one summer they were dropped where you saw them . Another winter they will again be moving down the river , rolling and tumbling along in the muddy water . Place some bits of rocks in a dish and shake it for a few ...
... became smoother , and one summer they were dropped where you saw them . Another winter they will again be moving down the river , rolling and tumbling along in the muddy water . Place some bits of rocks in a dish and shake it for a few ...
Page 97
... became narrower and the land not so smooth . We soon got among the foothills . These are little hills at the foot of the mountains . We left the grain - fields behind , but there were still many orchards to be seen . After a time the ...
... became narrower and the land not so smooth . We soon got among the foothills . These are little hills at the foot of the mountains . We left the grain - fields behind , but there were still many orchards to be seen . After a time the ...
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... became smaller and at last we stood upon the bare , rocky slopes . Mosses grew upon many of the rocks and in warm nooks there were low bushes . The air was cooler than in the little valleys and along the brooks the spring grass had ...
... became smaller and at last we stood upon the bare , rocky slopes . Mosses grew upon many of the rocks and in warm nooks there were low bushes . The air was cooler than in the little valleys and along the brooks the spring grass had ...
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Page 51 - I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass— O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Page 236 - Where Go the Boats? Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my...
Page 8 - You friendly Earth, how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles? Ah! you are so great, and I am so small, I tremble to think of you, World, at all; And yet, when I said my prayers to-day, A whisper inside me seemed to say, "You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!
Page 51 - Like ladies' skirts across the grass — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid, I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Page 8 - The wonderful air Is over me, And the wonderful wind Is shaking the tree; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the top of the hills. You, friendly Earth ! how far do you...
Page 103 - And to my curious ear this lonely thing Ever a song of ocean seemed to sing — Ever a tale of ocean seemed to tell. How came this shell upon the mountain height? Ah, who can say Whether there dropped by some too careless hand — Whether there cast when oceans swept the land Ere the Eternal had ordained the day? Strange, was it not ? Far from its native...
Page 51 - I SAW you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass — O wind, a-blowing all day long O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field...
Page 103 - Upon a mountain height, far from the sea, I found a shell; And to my listening ear the lonely thing Ever a song of ocean seemed to sing, Ever a tale of ocean seemed to tell. How came the shell upon that mountain height?
Page 236 - WHERE GO THE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along forever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating — Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.
Page 193 - Mention some of the grains which a farmer raises. What is necessary to make a good farm? What do the farmers raise near your home? Of what use are meadows? What kinds of work does the farmer boy have to do? How do farmers raise fruits and vegetables where it does not rain? Would you rather live on a farm or in the city? Why?