The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-02-20
The Shows Storm.

The Snow Storm. -
Oh, papa and mamma, and every
body!" exclaimed Bessie Grant, as she
stood at the window looking with sur
prise at the view without, :" just see how
it is, showing! Everything is covered
and I suppose Susy and I will get a
sleigh-ride tomorrow. Oh, what fun y
Yes, little one, we are going to have
regular blower" said Mr. Grant, rub
bing his hands over the genial blaze OF
the old fashioned Fireplace; "ugh, how
the wind does blow! It makes a per-
son feel thankful that he has such a
comfortable house as this is"
1t must have been showing quite
long" said Susy. Bessie and [ have
been playing romps in the attic with
the children, and we didn't notice"
Mr.. and Mrs. Grant, with their five
children, lived in the pretty village of
Mossville. Their residence was not as
large and handsome as it might have
been, but it was comfortable little. cot
tage, and many a poor traveller had
been thankful for it's kind shelter.
And as for children, those who lived
in the most beautiful houses, with all
kinds of expensive toys and books to
amuse them, could not have had hap
pier or more delightful times than did
the children who often assembled in the
attic of Mr.. Grants house. ,..s.u.s
And in winter, when the snow-storms
came ON, cannot begin to tell you OF
the fun they had sleigh-riding in Uncle
Jacobs big sleigh.
So [ leave you to imagine how happy
Bessie was as she saw the great flakes
come down, and thought of the pleasure
they would afford.
Nor was she disappointed. The day
following the date at which this story
opens great comfortable old-fashioned
sleigh stopped at the house, and in
stepped Bessie, Susy and the other
three children, followed by the fond
chances of Mr.. and Mrs. Grant, who
stood in the doorway throwing kisses,
and, constantly telling Uncle Jake to
take good care of the children, and bring
them back safe.
Away over the glistening snow they
went; seven bright, merry, fun-loving
children. What long ride it was and
such happy one that the children de-
clared there never was better. But,
of course, that was what they said every
time.
They encountered groups of little
girls and boys on the way, who never
failed to ask why and where they were
going.
"To Uncle Jake's, to be sure! I guess
you would know why, if you were GO
ing!" were the ready replies.
At length they arrived at Uncle Jake's
farmhouse, where the day was spent in
playing games of all sorts.
When the shades of night began to
draw near, Uncle Jake said: Come,
come, young folks, get your fxings on
it is time to 60" And the children, al
though very sorry their pleasant day had
come to an end, did not fret or coax to
stay longer, but allowed themselves to be
lifted into the sleigh without murmur
The laughing and talking began again
although the snow was falling so thickly
that they could see nothing through it.
and the darkness was fast approaching
and they had to hold umbrellas up.
1t had been showing all day. The
drifts were very deep, and the horses
painted and snorted. The sleigh kept
shaking from one side to the other, SC
| that Uncle Jake was in constant fear OF
its tipping over.
Gradually the merriment subsidized
The youngest children fell asleep, and
Susy and Bessie sat staring stupidity out
into the darkness, wondering when THEN
ride would come to an end.
At length they also fell asleep, and
did not observe that Uncle Jake had
stopped the horses, and was peerine
anxiously through the darkness; and
that something had happened, of which
/ must tell you in few words.
Uncle Jake, noticing that they haC
been riding for long time, and that they
seemed to be no nearer their home thar
before, stopped the horses and looked
about him. What was his dismay tc
find that he had been travelling in the
wrong direction. On account of the
darkness and falling snow he had started
wrong, and was now great many miles
from Mossville. They had passed {
large, deep hole, which would have en-
dangered the lives of the whole party
had they not providentially escaped
from falling into it.