He walks as softly as if he had on a pair of fur boots.

He always lives near the sea, for he likes to swim in the water.

There, too, he finds plenty of fish and seals to eat.

He likes to catch a seal for his dinner. He roams about until he finds a place where the water is clear of ice.

He knows that this is a place where a seal is likely to come up for air. So he keeps very quiet

and watches.

By and by, up comes the round head of a seal. Soon he crawls out

upon the ice, and after a while goes to sleep.

Then the bear creeps softly along toward the seal. He makes no. noise because of the long hair on his feet.

If the seal wakes up and looks around, the bear falls flat upon the ice and lies very still till the seal, thinking there is no one about, goes to sleep again.

The bear does this again and again, till at last he is near enough to spring upon the seal and fasten his long, sharp claws in his body, as you see him doing in the picture. He then kills and eats him.

Sometimes he jumps into the water after a fish, and is so quick, that he catches it before it can get away.

When he can not find food in this way, he goes to some place where the snow has melted and

feeds on berries.

If he can not find any berries, he is glad to eat even the seaweed

that grows along the seashore.

The white bear does not sleep all through the long winter like the black bear.

Where the white bear lives, it is winter nearly all the time.

Men hunt these animals for their skins, which they make into coats and other things.

LANGUAGE LESSON.

Where is the home of the polar bear?

Why doesn't he slip on the ice?

What does he find for food?

Tell how he catches seals and fish.

SLATE EXERCISE.

Let pupils copy, and commit to memory.

I'll stands for. I will. I'm stands for I am . Dive stands for I have. Isn't stands for is not Don't stands for do not. Twas stands for it was

NELL AND HER BIRD.

Good-by, little birdie!
Fly to the sky,
Singing and singing

A merry good-by.

Tell all the birdies
Flying above,

Nell, in the garden,

Sends them her love.

Tell how I found you,.
Hurt, in a tree;

Then, when they're wounded,
They'll come right to me.

I'd like to go with you,

If I could fly;

It must be so beautiful,

Up in the sky!

Why, little birdie

Why don't you go?

You sit on my finger,

And shake your head, “No.”