The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1861-01-10
0shta, Wis, Thursday, january 10, 1861.

we do her," | nailed little manger against
the wall, in the corner where she would be the
| least in our way, fixing it firmly with couple
| Of stakes; End, without further delay, introduc
ed Blanchette into our sitting room.
How delighted she is at the changed She
loes nothing but thank us, in her way. If it
vent on so, she would became fatiguiug; but
when 5 he is accustomed to her novel position
he will be quieter AT this very moment,
while am committing these details to paper,
he is lying on some fresh litter, chewing the
cud peaceabiy, and gazing a me So conten:edly
hat she seems to guess ali writing her hiss
tory, Hitherto, she has wanted for nothing
and at least there is one happy being inside
tho chalet.
December 3.-The SUI shine to day attracted
me out on the roof. Cold dry weather has
succeeded to the continued snow storms. How
my eyes were dazzled by the great white ex>
panse, and how beautiful the forest looked!
hardly dared mention to grandfather the de-
light it gave me; but it suggested that might
dig away the snow in front CT the door, and
make sloping path upward from it to the sur
face of the sIow>driit. have already set to
work, and my grandfather will soon enjoy what
ho has long been wishing for, ray of sunshine.
December Any task progresses; labor at
it as long as my grandfather will allow. The
idea had struck him before it occurred to me,
it. He was afraid that the cxertion and the
moisture to my feet might do me harm.
December 5-We can step out of our house !;
the path is made have had the pleasure of
leading my grandfather along it. supporting
him on one side. We rem ined several min>
utes at the end of avenue, which is not
longs but the day was gloomy, and it made us
very sad to see the black forest, the cloudy
sky, and the snow surrounding us with the Isl
lence of death. We bcheld only one living
creature-a bird of prey-which passed at a
distance with hoarse scream. 1t flew down
toward the valley in the direction of our vii
lage The pagans would have derived some
omen from it, but we have no such supersti-
ton.
December 9.-What II dreadful day 1 had
yet to learn what hurricane up in the noun
tains was like. 1 can hardly describe what
passed out of doors. We heard frightful
roaring When we tiled to open the door ajar
the chalet was filled with whirlwind of snow;
the door again. We were obliged to drop the
trap of the chimney; and, besides, it was impos
sible to light fire, because the smoke was con-
tinualy driven down again. We ale our milk
without boiling it. My grandfather keeps up
my courage by his Calm behavior, as well as by
his grave ard piou words. At the time when
one would say that the wrath of God was hang
ing over us, he speaks to me OF His compassion
and His mercy. On trying second time to
open the door, we found that mass of snow
had failon back upon it, so that we were COM
pletely imprisoned as before. What 1 most
egret is my window; it is drifted up again.
Decidedly, as soon a the whe Their permits, l
will make a fresh atttmpt to gain little light
and liberty.
December 11--The cold is much sharper.
Although we are buried under the snow, which
perhaps prevents our hearing the storm, the
frost strikes to our very bones. NY erandfath-
err says that, to be felt keenly inside the cha
let the cold must be extremely intense. He
suppcses that the wind has changed to the
north.
my grandfather lighted the fire. Suddenly she
pricked up her ears, as if She heard some ex-
traordinary noise. She trembied violently
from head to foot
"What is the matter, Blanchette?" asked,
caressing her. could not hear the noises they
were low and distant howlings, which gradually
grew louder and louder. We then heard humid
reds of feet pattering on the crisp snow over
head; we heard rush of animals, a fierce strug
gle above us, mingled with horrid cries that
made my blood run cold.
"Nhat is that2" asked though knew what
it must be, without asking.
Hush! The wolves" said my grandfathe in
a whisper, blowing out the light and lextin'
gushing The fire. keep Blanchette quiet; take
her in your arms, and give her little salt to
lick, to keep her from bleating."
TO BE CONCLUDED. IN OUR NEXT.