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Show Fairna Tale f ""'"inrvium ukwi GULF STREAM'S TALK "David," she said in an exquisitely soft, warm, low voice, "I'm the Gulf Stream. Have you ever heard of me'" David hesitated for a moment yes he had heard of a gulf stream but he couldn't tell how It had come in and where It belonged but she was con-tlnuing: con-tlnuing: "Never mind telling me what you know of me for I shall tell you a little of myself. And I know myself naturally natur-ally better than you can be expected to know me considering I am I or I am me. "I don't know which Is correct. To be sure I'm quite a Living Map personage per-sonage but I have always kept so far down In the ocean that I never had any school education, really. "I start from the Gulf of Mexico you know and I travel north right through the ocean. I'm Just like a warm river running In a certain direction di-rection through Atlantic Ocean's prop-rty. prop-rty. "I've always thought It generous of Atlantic to give me so much room. He may be a wild fellow at times, but he has a kind streak running through him and it is through that kind streak that I flow. "Perhaps, David, you mightn't think it very pleasant to be a river way down In the Ocean." "It seems very strange to me," David said. "Sometimes If you've been swimming you have noticed warm or cold places In the watermade by cold or warm streams which flow into the water. "I'm such a stream, only I'm much bigger and more powerful. If it weren't "Th Polar Bears Love Them." for me there would be a bad time for anyone who wanted to live in England. Eng-land. I make the products of England grow by my warmth and by taking warmth there. "That Is wdien I turn aside from this side of the world after I become discouraged. dis-couraged. I become a bit discouraged, too in England when the cold currents cur-rents come down from the North. "Then I become so confused that I don't know what I'm doing, and It Is then that ' the fogs come. "Oh, David, you don't know how I feel when .1 get up to the far coast of Newfoundland. Of course, I'm wider and stronger some places than others. "But up off the coast of Newfoundland Newfound-land my poor self does get so discouraged. discour-aged. "I go along, having a nice time and. feeling that I'm useful too. Then I get far north. "And then, oh, horror of horrors, David, I find icebergs. "Have you ever seen an iceberg1, David?" - "Only in pictures." "Well, they belong to nature nature na-ture when she is cold and cruel and without pity, for sometimes she is that way. "They are not living creatures, and yet, David, there seems to be something some-thing terribly, wickedly, powerfully living about them. "They're deceitful too. They don't show their size. Most of it is under the water. You will see how they can do this if you put a good sized piece of Ice in a glass of water. "Most of the Ice Is under the surface of the water. "It Is so with an iceberg. I get to Newfoundland as I was saying, and there I find Icebergs hundreds of Icebergs. Ice-bergs. - "They are huge, mighty, blue-white-green cold masses of ice. "Thoy are sometimes of wonderful, beautiful shapes and sometimes the sun shines on them and there are many colors to be seen beautiful cold, Icy, colors, but they look so hard, oh, so 'terribly, terribly hard. "And they are hard, but the polar" bears love them. Yes, I certainly must admit they are the friends of polar bears!" . |