The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-03-31
TWO VIEWS OF A SNOW STORM.
tkew York Sun

Thnd avenue horse car, pulled up his ulster collar, pulled down his sealskin cap and faced the storm with the enjoy nent known to fat men we'll clad. The driver was tired and cold and cross.
 Fine snow storm" repeated the fat man cheerfully. Regular old-fashioned snow storm. Makes one think of old times
 You may call ], fine l call it all-hred unpleasant, said the driver, yanking at the reins. as the near horse slipped on the snowy cobblestcnes. Fine fur them as likes it and hain, go, nuthin' t du but [ enjoy 1t. Spose y ast them hooses their opinion uv yer fine storm. They seem [ be epjoyin' uv it. don't they:"
 T, Is hard on the animals. that's a fact, said the fat man, his cheerful face lensthening tritie as he watched the s.eaming horses strain a, the load Il was thinking of the country. Such s,orin Tn the country is fine thing, now. sn', l, -
 You ain't no hay seed" said the driver. looking al ;he fat man.
 But l used to be. Happiest time of my life, and the cheerful face beamed again. .'How we boys enjoyed such storm. can sec il all now. The gray clouds hanging low all day, and then after noon the big flakes beginning to come slowly down. We could see them through the .choolhouse windows, and how uneasy the sight made us feel.
 Not half $ uneasy as yer school mom made ye feel, I'll bet.
 And then when school was out continued the fat man, not needing the interruption, how we dashed through inc storm on our way home, with shouts of happy meirignent. tossing the fluffy whiteness into the air. throwing ourselves full length into the fleecy, downy drifts. gelting-s
 "Getlin' yer face all-fred we'll washed by the bis boys, an bellerin' like sick steer when ye got plugged in the ear 'i,h snowball 'ith a stun into it.
 "Ana then wha, pleasant exeitemen, and unusual hurrying there was on the farm. l. grew dark eaily. The COWS were driven into the warm stable and stood eon;en,edly in their s,anchions, calmly chewing their euds and"
 Ai, when lic went 10 milk 'em by the lish; uv q taller candle, stuck into an old tin lantern punched full of holes. the one-cyed briaG.c jest natcheGly kicked the pint an A-haif O strippin's in yer pail galley west
 The fat did not seem 10 heed the in- terruptons. Perhaps they supplemented his own happy thoughts so completely that he thought they were his own thoughts.
 ''les.' he said, looking out over the horses ears into the past. "Yes. The the barn is redolent with the smell of hay and the sweet breath of the cattle. The horses stand in their stalls munchng their oats-'
 w hich the same they Is tailins what yer old man couldn't sell, they bein' light weight
 ' In the yard the children shout in their innocent glee as the snow comes down. Even the staid old house dog seems 10 rejoice with them, and jumps and barks and snaps playfuily at the big ieathey flakes as they fall softly in the twilight, osly easing"
 Only teasing 10 chaw playfully on the leg of tramp as is sneakin' softly into the barn in the bountiful twilight"
 Within the farmhouse the lamps are burning brightly. The aged grandfather draws his arm chair close 10 the ample iire place. and '
 An swaIes that the storm ain't cir constance to tn big snow that came on the i7,h of November eighteen hundud an 'leven"
 The farmers buNom daughters cheer fully, prepare the abundant evening meal
 Gold pork an per,aters and pie"
 The farmer and his boys gather round the grooming board. their"
 Their bu,es sinellin' considerable hossy'
 And talk of the storm and of the work for the morrow. It will be just the day 10 go the woodlot. says the father; and they must not forget to take load of wood 10 the poor widow in the valley, and"
 An send the parson load O crooked tops. that won't sell. to offset the pew rent. and so keep solid with tn AL mighty"
 And after supper he goes out to the stable and gives his pet bay col, some extra bedding, and
 An cusses considabul tryin' to git the las fall burdocks outer his tail.r
 The girls go the window and watch the falling flakes, and talk of quilting, and candy pulls and straw rides-r
 Now yer shou,in'," said the driver. "i've struck yer gait
 And SO the night closes in upon the happy household. The supper dishes are cleared away; the farmer smokes his pipe by the fire; the good mother sits knitting by his side"
 Blue stripped mittens for the boys
 'The children steal of sleepily to bed to dream of the pleasures of the morrow. Without the snow falls steadily. Little drifts gather at the windows, and larger ones around the horse block and the door steps. One by one the members of the family go to their peaceful beds. The farmer last of all He covers the fire in the fireplace, winds the clock. and
 Turns out the dorg an looks at the weather"
 And then he too seAt< the rerose