The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1861-02-27
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diamonds, is the urid cloud of the gun
powder which makes national earth
quakes, and whose explosions palpila.s
and tremble and echo in a million hearts.
End now think of Moscow aud snow and
Napo'eon's retreating army, while
"stern " inter barbados the realm Of Frost
and then again you return to the young
Napoleon and snow ball battles.
Meanwhile little Mary, like pretty
Angel of Peace, standing beside the bat
tie, or like the Good which grows out of
the Evil aud stands apart from it, watch
ful, behind the cloud, eyes earnestly her
brothers and sympathizes with all, hal
ing their loving victories.
All this time you have been toying
with your toilet, and now that it is finish
ed you take more prospective view of
the outer world. You live in the coun-
Try, of course; and you see your cattle
in their cheerful or cherries precincts
[tut perhaps they maintain the stoical
mein and stand all weathers, patient
beneath projecting caves of snow on their
foretops, chewing the stray w:sps Of hay
which had almost effected thorough
retreat under cover of night and the
snow. Then you see the haystacks in
the field beyond, all a-glisten like domes-
tic Alp or Appenne with the sunrise on
their SUBMITS; and 10, the gate posts
have put on wierd human air in their
grotesque head dress. The kitchen
maid here appears with bucket and
tries to find the well. The curb it seems
to have been the especial care of the
Snow Whim flor this wild spirit of the
drift needs apotheosis into capitalization
and personality to barricade, for around
it tho white banks are hoapsd up highest.
At length the sweep goes up and new
snow storm drifts in the breoze and sun
rise like innumera5,e rhite doves about
Sallie's glowing face, as the bucket goes
down.
Jingle, jingle, jingle, Here's sleigh
Your cntorprl<ing friend and neigh
Dor, Roberts, pioneers the merry cav IL
cade tina: before the dav is gone shall
make music wherever they go, with
cloaks and shawls IN furs and blankets
and buffalo skins, and warm hearts and
bright eyes and song and shout and hap
pinesses and love and sleigh bells.
Now you have just thought, by some
unexpIainabie suggestion, of Sir John
Franklin and snow shoes and Esquimaux
and white bears, those terrible ghosts
that haunt the North, and reindeer and
ice-bergs and fields of ice; and you
marvel if American entbu-
siasm win not burn through North
west passage, and whether the Ice King
will fold his ern ine ofsilence and majesty
about him forever and never abdicato his
throne at the Norlh Pole, and
Your breakfast bell rings.
Your wife puts her arm in yours ut
the bottom of the stairs.
All, whore summer blooms all the
years in two loving hearts, VIII at if on
the brow of both IT snoweds
The sweet soul ('the dear girl you
a0iW call her) whose ''sphere" has been
your smile. only, and hsr chldrens'
happiness for many year, has been up
and down, busy with home, for two hours,
and how rosy your childrens' faces look
as with glad sppetites they sit around
you aud you see the beautiful Aurora
streaming up over the snow of your age
from the dream of your childhood that
has stolen away into their bright eyes
and bird nest hearts.
at showed, papa!" says Bennie-with
his lips like blossoms, and bis blue eyes
five years Old.
| But he doesn't mean that you are
growing old.