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The wind cah the

hills till it becaame

They had called "Rah, Rah Sanderson" till they were hoarse, "Sanderson,

Rah! Sander-son! Rah! Rah!" The crackling forest seeone mad with the echo of his name It had become the keynote of the

wind Rah! Rah! Sanderson!

"You can't escape hi seemed to whisper in her

ear "Ha-ha, Sanderson, San-der-son" She put her hands to her ears

to shut out the hateful sound, but she heard it, like the wail of a

lost soul; this time faint and far off: Sander-son--San-der-son It

was above her in the groaning, creaking branches of the trees, in the

falling snow, in the whipping wind, the mockery would not be stilled

Ha, ha, ha, ha, howled the wind, then sinking to a sigh,

San-der-son--San-der-son

The cold had begun to strike into the hted There was abefore her eyes, and

she put up her hand and tried to brush it away, but it re heavy in her arrew heavier and heavier To her wandering mind it took a

pitifully familiar shape Ah, yes! She knehat it was now; it was

the baby, and she et cold She must cover it with her