The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-03-09
AN INTERESTING CHICAGO LETTER.

DEAR SIR-Two days ago the post-man
delivered into my hands CAno DAILY
BULLETIN, from the familiar pages Of
which we learned OF the safe arrival of
Cairo's southern friends, the sweet throated
home-like blue birds. Reading this here,
at this time Of the year, sounds too much
like piece Of fictitious pleasantly on the
part Of Eye local" for it to gain credence
as a matter Of fact in the minds of your
readers. Verify the song of the blue bird
IS Il song not so easily imagined, with near
ly two feet Of snow on dead level all over
the prairie, and two long ridges Of snow,
one on either side of the street car lines,
averaging, | should think, all of sixteen
feet across and from three to six feet in
depth, stretching away as far rs the
eye can see, all over the city,
wherever the street cars RIM.
MlcN easie, TO picture the Cairo boys
building forts, digging caves and erecting
monsterous snow men out in this endless
field of snow. Or to let the fancy wander
away amid the miniature Crags and peaks
soaring up to the tops of the snowy
mountains, and down among the yawnng
canyons and fathomless guiches-that lie
beneath our kitchen.w windows filing our
entire back yard with miniature pictures 50
perfect in all their outlines as 10 suggest
the thought that one were looking at the
real objects from some great distance The
wind that comes from sail around here.
at one aud the same time seemingly, and
its play fellows, the feathery snowfakes,
have together fashioned pictures the hand
of man neer had the cunning, or art to
follow. Nor are our miniature
mountains 50 very dminutye,
either, more than one, on our i'm
mediate premises measuring in height,
largely over eight feet with base of cor
responding dimensions. This is, as you
may presume, very lovely to look upon,
particularly from the second story windows,
but the beauty and romance Of the thing
dies out, very materially, when it becomes
necessary to wade out into 1t, snow shovel
in hand, and dig path to that coal shed
or to find ones self dumped down up to
the top of PAIR of remarkably long leg
gins indeed, off of the street cars, with
this ridge of snow, OF which made men
ton few lines back, between you and the
pavcmonts on all sides. Yours, etc, =
knows Just now unlovely this personal
contact with the beautiful snow" causes
it to become in the short space of time re-
CURED to wade forty feet or less through it
for it was her lot to make
this experiment no later than a
dozen or two hours ago. We, old Cairoites,
are wondering how the folks at Home
are faring now; and whether it were not
wise in us to engage board and lodging
ahead, for several hundred Of you in adj
vance of the general thaw that we are
fearing will be Il little too much Tor even
Cairo levces to safely withstand.
Last Thursday the sun rose in golden
splendor, warm and spring-like; enough to
make one have faith in your blue bird
story, and even to believe it possible that
we might hear, did we but listen with ears
attuned arghtly, to the red birds song,
as well and even to catch a sniff of the
balmy sipe-water so familiar to our blessed
olfactory organs, waited on the gentle
breeze. BY the time that old cheat-the
sun | mean-had fairly turned on his
westward course, he repented him of his
good work among the buds and birds and
things, and hid his smiling face behind a
bank of greyish shiverylooking clouds that
soon began to pelt us with iced snow."
Now, there's a new dish that am nearly
positive is not Incorporated IN the Temper
ance Cook Book, and really think 1t
should be, for assure you "icedsnow" is
as tar from being intoxicating in its effects
ON the animal man as the most conservative
of temperance mince pies that were ever
baked by any woman on earth. | know
how to ''scrve 1t" and how It looks and how
it feels, especially between your collar aud
your bare neck" but unfortunately am
ignorant of how to proportion the various
ingredients so as to produce the desired re-.
suit. Iced snow we had, though, in abund-
ance. Not slect or hail, but vcriNble
frozen snow flakes that cut
like shivered glass wherever it came in
contact with an exposed bit Of flesh.
Deary me- What "Widow Bcdott' |
am growing to be only intended to say
that last Thursday, the Bird inst, was the
worst day ever seen in this city since 1t
was anything more than old "Fort Dear