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... the Water The Sprouting Seed · Where the Flowers Grow PAGE 11 . 15 • 18 25 29 34 39 43 48 52 58 63 66 71 76 80 84 89 93 97 104 . 108 112 116 121 . 126 130 Some Common Trees . Something about the Birds Something about.
... the Water The Sprouting Seed · Where the Flowers Grow PAGE 11 . 15 • 18 25 29 34 39 43 48 52 58 63 66 71 76 80 84 89 93 97 104 . 108 112 116 121 . 126 130 Some Common Trees . Something about the Birds Something about.
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Harold Wellman Fairbanks. Some Common Trees . Something about the Birds Something about the Wild Animals Homes of the Animals Our Homes How People Used to Travel Traveling To - day Occupations Trade and Commerce Hunting and Fishing ...
Harold Wellman Fairbanks. Some Common Trees . Something about the Birds Something about the Wild Animals Homes of the Animals Our Homes How People Used to Travel Traveling To - day Occupations Trade and Commerce Hunting and Fishing ...
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... Birds fly through the air . The air has many uses . It carries the clouds from the ocean . The clouds make the raindrops which water the earth . Where it does not rain we find neither grass nor flowers . The land and water are not at ...
... Birds fly through the air . The air has many uses . It carries the clouds from the ocean . The clouds make the raindrops which water the earth . Where it does not rain we find neither grass nor flowers . The land and water are not at ...
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... birds , and opens the flowers ? It is the sun that makes the day bright . When the sun has gone the dark comes . Then we rest until another morning . The sun is the life of the world . It warms the air and makes everything grow . All ...
... birds , and opens the flowers ? It is the sun that makes the day bright . When the sun has gone the dark comes . Then we rest until another morning . The sun is the life of the world . It warms the air and makes everything grow . All ...
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... warm . It is so warm that the cattle go into the shade . The birds stop singing . Even the boys and girls forget to play . After a time it is not so warm . The sun does not climb so high in the sky . The farmer 30 HOME GEOGRAPHY.
... warm . It is so warm that the cattle go into the shade . The birds stop singing . Even the boys and girls forget to play . After a time it is not so warm . The sun does not climb so high in the sky . The farmer 30 HOME GEOGRAPHY.
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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?