Stratton D. Brooks,
Brooks's Readers, Third Year
“ A great plain of sand stretches away on every side. There are no trees, and the sunshine beats down upon the burning sand.We look again, and we see a great body of water. Many islands are in the sea, and great ships sail upon it.Look at one more side of this ball as it turns around. Jack Frost must have spent all his longest winter nights here. For see what a palace of ice he has built for himself.How cold it looks! See the clear, blue ice, almost as blue as the sky. And look at the snow, drifts upon drifts, and the feathery flakes filling the air. ”

