Dodge City times., 1883-01-25

except q bull-terrler that Is as beautiful
as snow. Mr. Travers says that seven
hundred men once wrote poem called
-"Beautiful Snow" and that even then.
though they were all big. strong men.
they couldn't find words enough to tell
how beautiful it was.
There are some people who like snow,
and some who don't. 1rSvery curious,
but that the way tits about a most every
thing. There are the EskimOs who live
up \ North where there isn't anything bit
snow, and where there are no schools nor
any errands, and they haven't anything
to do but to go fishing, and skating,
and hunting, and sliding down hill all
day. Well, the Eskimos don't like it.
for peOpl. VINO have been there and
seen them say they are dreadfully dis
satisfied. A nice set the Eskimos must
be! wonder what would satisfy them.
Idon't suppose it's any use trying to
find out, for father says there s no limit
to the unreasonableness of some people.
We ought ALWAYS to be satisfied
and contented with our condition
and the things we have. I'm al
ways contented when l have what l
want, though of course nobody can ex-
pect a person to be contented when
thirgs don't satisfy him. Sue is real
contented, too; for shes got the great
est amount of new clothes, and she's
going to be married very soon. l think
it S about time she was, and most every
body else thinks so, too, for pve heard
them say so; and they've said so more
than ever since we made the snow man.
You see, it was the day before Christ
mas, and there had Leen beautiful
snow-storm. All of us boys were slid
ing down hill, when somebody said:
Lets make snow man." Everybody
seemed to think the idea was good
one, and we made up our min to build
the biggest snow man that ever was.
just for Chri>tm The snow was
about foot thick, and just hard enough
to cut into slabs; so we got shovel and
went to work. We built the biggest
snow man [ ever heard of. We made
him hollow, and Tom McGinnis stood
inside of him and he ped build while the
rest OF us worked on the outside. Just
as fast as we got a slab of snow in the
right place we poured water on it so
that it would freeze right away. We
made the outside OF the man about
three feet thick, and he was so tall that
Tom McGinnis had to keep climbing up
inside of him to help uild.
Tom came near getting into dread
full scrape, for we orgot to leave hole
for him to get out OF, and when the man
was done and frozen as hard as a rock.
Tom found that he was shut up as tight
as if he was in prison. Didn't he howl.
though, and beg us to let him out! L
told him that he would be very foolish
not to stay in the man all night. for he
would be as warm as the EskimOs are
in their snow huts. and there would be
such fun when people couldn't find him
anywhere. But Tom wasn't satisfied;
he began to talk some silly nonsense
about wanting his supper. The idea of
anybody talking about such a little
thing as supper when they had such a
chance to make a big stir as that. Tom
always was an obstinate sort OF fellow.
and he would insist upon coming out.
SO we cot hatchet and chopped hole
in the back of the man and let him out
The snow man was quite handsome,
and we made him have long beak, like
bird, 80 that people would be aston
ished when they saw him. 1t was that
beak that made me think about the
Egyptian gods that had heads like
hawks and other birds and animals, and
must have frightened people dread ully
when they suddenly met them near
grave-yards or in lonesome roads. -
One o those Egyptian g DIS was made
of stone, and was about as high as the
top OF house. He was called Memnon.
and every morning at sunrise he used to
sing out with loud voice. just as the
steam whistle at Mr.. Thompson's mill
blows every morning at sunrise to wake
people up. The Egyptians thought that
Memnon was something wonderful. but
it has been found out, since the Egyp-
tians died, that priest used to hide
himself somewhere inside of Memnon.
and made all the noise.
Looking at the snow man and think
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