Listen To The Wind

.TOE LINCOLN. I ain't afraid to sleep nlone, no, not a siugle mite, Audi ain't írightened ol tlie dark wlien Ma puts out the llght; It's kinder fun uu Suromer uiglits, wheu you'r tucked up in bed, To walch the mooulisrht .-hiuiu' on the ïkvlight overhead, And to have the winder open so's to hear the crickets sing. And the bull-frogs in the inedder tunnin' up like everything : But, say! I hate lo goto bed wheu winter' s once beginned. 'Cause tlien a í'eller lias to lay and listen to the wind. In day time 'tis n't half so bad,- I don't care how it blows When everything is lighted up, 'cause then a feller kuows It's oulywind; but when its dafk and you can't aet to sleep, It ain't no fun to stay awake and then near something'creep Arouud tiie corners of the house, and sorter wail and moan, And rattle at the shutters, like it knowed you's ai! aloue And wauted to get at you,- Gee! I'd 'bout as lived be skinned As lay up in our attic tliere and listen to the wind. I ain't no 'traid cat, - not a bit ; I'm brave as other boys; But, ïny ! that's just the worstest, sorry, lonesome kinder noise, And makes me thiuk of ghosts and things that come a-mopiu' 'round When folks liuin't buried 'era and they'd feel better uuder groiuid ; And they'll come na awful screech and all the houses'll shake, And 'course i'll think what Bridget told 'bout "banshees" ata wake She kuowed of, and a goolin thing that howled and laughed and gnnned, - Well, then l cover up ïny head so's I won't hear the wind. Bui 'taln'tno use, 't wl!l holler so's I hear it all the more, And then I'll s'piciou somethin's hid behind the closet door. And then the branches on the trees '11 rub and groan and sigh, And, take it all together, so a feller '11 nearly die. I ain't a-scared of tenipests when the lightnin's all a tiash, And the thunder's rumblin', like the sky had gone lo smash ; I like to hear the rain come down where our shed roof is tmued,- But, say! I wish there wa'nt no night, or else there wa'n't no wind.