"She kissed him on the forehead, and floated away to her new home in the west.
"Then the two boys came before the old King. The big tree cane pointed east.
"'Get to work over there, Eastwind,' commanded the old King.
"Now Eastwind was a strong fellow, but he was surly and cross and he didn't obey very quickly. So his father the King picked up his tree cane in a rage and whacked him across the shins, and out Eastwind ran, crying and yelling till the trees of the forests sobbed too. And he cried so hard that rivers of tears ran from his eyes and over the earth.
"Once more the old King picked up his big tree cane, and said to the eldest of his sons:
"'Northwind, your home is right here in the North.'
"Bigger even than his brother was Northwind. Strong were his muscles, and his whiskers and hair were covered with icicles. When he breathed, millions of snowflakes danced from his mouth.
"Brrrrrrr!! how one shivered when he was around.
"Then the old King's hand trembled and the big cane dropped to the floor. He laid him down in the cavern and breathed his last. He had been a great King but he was deader than a doornail now.
"So his four children took up his work.