Show july in north july sun bough lut a lit tie past the northern meridian boat down upon oppressive warmth before me the warm rod brown landscape wavered and trembled iu the yellow light behind mo towered tho blinding white slope of tho ice beneath my feet tho stones were bare even of lichens and had a dry gray look as if they were tho lonea of a dead world and yet I 1 felt that with BO much of warmth and richness of coloring there must bo life and sure enough hardly had I 1 gono yards from tho edgo of tho ico when a beautiful little black and whito songster fluttered up from behind a rock hovered singing almost within reach above my head and then upon a bleak itono stono but a few feet distant to finish liis merry bong aa I 1 went on numbers of taci o enow bastings ban tings flirted flitted about me and hardly bad I 1 gone a milo before my heart beat quicker at tho sight of traces of mansk oxen As I 1 got farther away from the ico and in alio le of the gigantic mo rainea and tumult of glacial debria flowers began to appear purple and white and yellow among them my ever present brilliant yellow friend tho poppy peagya over the great ice |