The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-03-03
The Little Snow Boy.
BY MRS. 3. C. HALL.

Many who read this will remember the
heavy snow that gave the New Year Of
1857 so cold reception of the day
CATER" its birth, when all the people
woke up to sec the whole of their world,
were it town or country, shrouded i'll
spotless white. Farmer Boyds sheep
seemed to know what was on the wing,
for they crowded together under the
trees on the close of that New Years
day, as sort of preparation for the night.
The next morning, long before day,
the farmer and his sons were in the
meadow, needless of the thick binding
snow, resolved to preserve the flock; and
if they had not been up and active, the
greater of Farmer Boyd's valuable South
Dowus would have been buried in o
snow drift, so sudden and violent was
the fall, so deep and dangerous we're the
drifts. The farmer said he should not
have saved half but for the perseverance
of his little dog-not sheep dog, but
small pet of his daughters, little sagaci-
Gus creature that was often snubbed
because it was not thoroughbred" and
so they forgot that it was thorough-he@rt-
cd queer thing, who, with species of
animal economy, always ran on three legs,
giving one of the four rest, and another
rest in its turn. Very early on that
particular morning, between scratching
and barking and whining, she lad
managed to waken her master before
daybreak on the I'd of January. Bnt
that did rot content her; when the door
was opened, she ran to the window, and
the farmer, seeing it was nearly blocked
L nd off
to see after his sheep. The dog at first
wished to accompany the party, but i'm
mediatGly on her leaving the porch she
became buried in the snow, and quickly
f1oundered back again, and, after being
called "good dog" and "wise Peg" by
her young mistress. she sat quietly down
on the warm kitchen-hearth, not sleeping,
however, but cooking first one ear, and
then the other, and quietly moving her
stumpy tail when the masters voice was
heard in the distance. The farmer knew
there would be still heavier fall, for
the clouds were weighted with snow.
"Mary," he said to his daughter, when
he returned, "See that there is Il good
lot of pea-soup made; the cottagers be-
yond the croft will be glad of it, for
their masters are frozen out of work al
ready"
Mary, like a good girl, said, Yes,
father" but while she shook the snow
flakes off his coat she added, :" Father
what can poor Aunt Lyddy ard her one
armed boy do this weather.
"What is that to thee?" he answered
sharply. Mary said no more; but she
raised her large eyes to her fathers, and
he saw they were full of tears.
The trees all around the farm looked
lovely, coated with the glittering snow,
and one of the farmers sons cleared a
place for the wild birds TO feed on; they
cleared it again and again, for the snow
continued to fall,
40 dear!" said Mary to her brother
Tom, 81 wish father would forgive his
sister, and let her and little Joe come
here to us; he is so kind in his rough way
to every one else. If she did marry bad
Iy, she only did her duty as wife by
refusing to leave her husband; and now
that he is dead" Mary paused.
Tom rubbed his curly red head with
his very red hand. Tom was called prac
teal"