AND SCENERY.

PEBOAN AND

An old man was lifting alone in his lodge, by the side of * frozen sfcrewm
It was the dose of winter, and his fire was almost out. He appeared very
old and very desolate. His locks were white with age, and he trembled in
every joint. Day after day passed in solitude, and he heard nothing but the
sound of the tempest, sweeping before it the new-fallen snow.

One day, as his fire was just dying, a handsome young man approached
and entered his dwelling. His cheeks were red with the blood of youth, his
eyes sparkled with animation, and a smile played upon his lips. He walked
with a light and quick step. His forehead was bound with a wreath cl
sweet grass, in place of a warrior's frontlet, and he carried a bunch of flowers
in his hand,

* Ah, my son/ said the old man, ' I am happy to see you. Come im
Come and tell me of your adventures, and what strange lands you have beea
to see. Let us pass the night together. I will tell you of my prowess sad
exploits, and what I can perform. You shall do the same, and we will amuse
ourselves.'

He then drew from his sack a curiously wrought antique pipe, *ad
having filled it with tobacco, rendered mild fay a mixture of certain leave*,
handed it to his guest. When this ceremony was concluded they beg&a to

* I blow my breath/ said the old ma??, * and the stream stands gffiV
water becomes stiff and hard as clear stone.9
* I breathe,' said the young man, 'and flowers spring op over tbe
plain.'
' I shake my locks/ retorted the old man, * and snow covers tbe Imad,
The leaves fall from the trees at my command, and my breath bfowa thea
away. The birds get tip from the water, and fly to a distant had. The
animals hide themselves from my breath, and the very ground becomes «•
hard as flint*'
*1 shake my ringlets,' rejoined the yonng man, *aad w*ira showera of
soft rain fall upon the earth. The plants lift up their heads oct of tkeeartk,
like the eyes of children glistening with delight. My voice recalls U*e bcrdB.
The warmth of my breath unlocks the streams. Masac fills the groves when-
ever I walk, and all nature rejoices.1
At length the sun began to rise. A gentfe warmth came <mr tbe place.
The tongue of the old man became silent. The robin sad blaefokd beg«a to
sing on the top of tie lodge, The stream began to murmBr by tibe door>
the fragrance of growing &»&* and flowew esme wftiy OR tfee
breeze.