[ (Ignis fatuus) ]
“What’s that? That strange light?“ asked the young tenderfoot in the North Woods. Over a foggy, marshy stretch of ground away to the left he seemed to see a strange, ghostlike light dancing.
“Nothing to be afraid of,’ explained the old Guide gently. “It’s Will-o’-the-Wisp. Will is a funny little man who goes about at night with his queer lantern to see if all the young birds and animals that live in the marshes are tucked safely in their soft little beds of feathers and fur. That’s his lantern you see now. And since he’s seeing that all the young animals have turned in. I think I’ll see that you turn in too, son. Remember, we’re getting up early tomorrow.”
