“Show me that you are stronger than I,” replied the North Wind. “You know very well that you are not.”
“Do you see that traveler coming? I can make him take off his coat. You can not,” said the Sun.
“We will see about that,” answered the North Wind. “The one that makes the traveler take off his coat is the victor.”
“All right,” said the Sun, “and you may have the first trial.”
“Whew! How the North Wind blows,” said the traveler. “Whew! whew! Hold on there, North Wind; I would rather walk than fly. Whew! whew!
“How cold it is! I must button my coat uptight. Whew! whew! whew! I never felt such a wind before,” said the traveler, as he folded his arms over his breast. “It seems determined to tear off my coat. I will turn my back to it. Whew! whew! whew! whew!” But the more the wind blew, the tighter the traveler held on to his coat.
At last the North Wind said, “I will try no longer, but you, Sun, can do no better.”
The Sun said nothing, but came out from under a cloud and smiled down upon the traveler.
“How good that feels!” said the traveler. The Sun shone on. “It is getting warm,” said the traveler, unbuttoning his coat.
It was now past noon. “The Sun is too much for me,” said the traveler, and he threw off his coat and hunted for a shady place.
The North Wind’s harshness had failed. The Sun’s gentleness had won.
THE CAMEL AND HIS MASTER
One night a camel looked into the tent where his master was sleeping. “How warm it is in there!” he said. “I should like a good place like that myself.”
The next night he put his head inside the door. “You will not mind my putting my head into the tent, I am sure,” said he to his master. “The wind is cold to-night.”
“Not at all,” replied his master; “there is plenty of room.”
In a little while the camel said, “Kind master, my neck is very cold; would you mind if I put it inside the tent?”
“Oh, no,” said his master.
Now the camel seemed satisfied. But in a little while he wakened his master, saying, “My forelegs are getting cold. I should like to have them under cover.”
His master moved over a little and said, “You may have a little more room. I know it is a cold night.” So the camel moved a little farther into the tent.
Very soon the camel wakened his master again, saying, “I keep the tent door open by standing in the door. That makes it cold for both of us. Had I not better come wholly in?”
“Yes, come in,” said the master. “There is hardly room for both of us, but I do not want you to suffer from the cold,” So the camel crowded into the tent.
As soon as he was inside, he said: “Yes, I see there is not room for both of us inside the tent. If you were to go out, I should have a chance to lie down. So go!” And he pushed his master out of the tent.