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"So, at last, you shall know from their lightest breath

To which heaven each wind belongs;

And shall master their meaning for life or death

By the shout of their splendid songs.

Yet the Wind of the West

Is a wind unblest;

It is lifted and kissed

By the spirits of mist;

It will clasp you and flee

To the wastes of the sea.

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

Fly not with the Wind of the West!"

"A jolly wind," observed Jimbo again. "But that doesn't leave much over to fly with," he added sadly. "They all seem dangerous or cruel."

"Yes," she laughed, "and so they are till you can master them—then they're kind, only one that's really always safe and kind is the Wind of the South. It's a sweet, gentle wind, beloved of all that flies, and you can't possibly mistake it. You can tell it at once by the murmuring way it stirs the grasses and the tops of the trees. Its taste is soft and sweet in the mouth like wine, and there's always a faint perfume about it like gardens in summer. It is the joy of this wind that makes all flying things sing. With a South Wind you can go anywhere and no harm can come to you."