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"And its rhyme?" asked Jimbo, all ears.

"It will show you the joy of the birds, my child,

You shall know their terrible bliss;

It will teach you to hide, when the night is wild,

From the storm's too passionate kiss.

For the Wind of the North

Is a volleying forth

That will lift you with springs

In the heart of your wings,

And may sweep you away

To the edge of the day.

So, beware of the Wind of the North, my child,

Fly not with the Wind of the North!"

"I think I like him all the same," said Jimbo. "But I'll remember always to fly against him."

"The East Wind is worse still, for it hurts," continued the governess. "It stings and cuts. It's like the breath of an ice-creature; it brings hail and sleet and cold rain that beat down wings and blind the eyes. Like the North Wind, too, it is dreadfully swift and full of little whirlwinds, and may easily carry you into the light of day that would prove your destruction. Avoid it always; no hiding-place is safe from it. This is the rhyme: