THE KIND OLD OAK.
It was time for winter to come.
There was no green grass in the fields.
The birds were all in the South.
Under an old oak-tree, there were some sweet blue violets.
“Dear oak-tree,” said they.
“Winter will soon be here.
We are afraid of the cold.”
“Do not be afraid, pretty violets,” said the oak.
“Go to sleep, I will take care of you.”
So the violets went to sleep.
The kind old tree dropped a red leaf upon them.
Then leaf after leaf dropped down.
Soon the violets were all covered over.
Winter came but they were not afraid.
They were fast asleep under the leaves of the kind old oak.
IN THE WOODS.
Here are some woodmen.
They are in the deep woods.
Two woodmen are cutting down a tree.
How fast they work!
See the ax go up and down.
Soon the tree will fall.
See! Down it comes!
Other woodmen cut off the boughs.
Then they cut the tree into logs.
By and by they will take the logs to the water.
They will put the logs on the ice.
In the spring the warm sunshine will melt the ice.
Then the water will carry the logs down to the sawmill.