At last the tired horses became quiet, and the great car rolled slowly back into its old path.
But the deserts and barren mountain tops still tell the story of the day Phaethon tried to drive the chariot of the sun.
THE GRATEFUL FOXES.
T was springtime in Japan, and the blossoms hung thick on the cherry trees.
Butterflies and dragon flies fluttered over the golden colza flowers in the fields.
The rice birds chirped merrily. Everything seemed to say, “How good it is to live in days like these.”
A beautiful princess, O Haru San, sat on the bank of a stream gaily pulling the lilies.