The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-10

roaring fire in the rusty stove, and a light in an unwashed tubular lantern. Wa also found coffee can, and soon had a can of coffee sizzling on the stove. Then we took the time to ask Bailey about his adventure. It seems that in making detour he had caught a glimpse of the barn, and though the storm the next moment covered it, yet he determined to push on little fur ther and make sure of it. Luckily we did not get quite out of ear-shot, and the whole ended fortunately, but it was big risk to run. As our frozen mince pies began to warm up and the coffee to send off fragrant steam, Moore sang, exultantly:
 "The wind howls mad out doors,
 The snow clouds hurry past"
 We made great picture as we sat around the red-hot stove, with our fur caps and buffalo overcoats on. The lantern threw red light over us through it's smoky side, and the open jaws of the coal stove brought out every line of our faces as though we were the witches in Macbeth" hud- dled around the caldron. On our heads the sifted snow fell at intervals like showers of red fakes of gold, while the frail structure creaked and groaned in the blast, the snow lashed the win dows, and rushed like pack of wolves about the door. After food and warmth, we sat thus talking and singing till we felt weary and sleepy with the cold !; and then our host led us to the upper story of the house, where the bed stood which Moore used when he came to sleep on his claim, and upon this we piled our blankets and robes, and then crept under them.
 Outside, the storm lashed and missed like an ocean. There was futtering roar, as of myriad wings, a rattle of distant musketry, the bowling of in- numerable wild beasts, and the walls of women in agony. There were vague sounds of rushing, of swirling, and the tinkling as of distant, falling, driving sand. I remember waking in the night and listening in awe to the tumult, fancying the wind some huge beast disappointed of his prey, and wreaking his rage on the wood of our frail retreat. He seemed to grasp and shake the house as lion would rat, while his voice sank to deep raucous snarl of convulsive fury. We seemed such puny creatures, such notes in the blasting tides of icy sands, that was glad when sleep put an end to my speculations and fancies.
 When l awoke the next morning all was still-still as the grave; not a sound save the heavy breathing of my companions and the occasional crack ing of the wood under the terrible cold; as still as though the snow had buried us deep under it's soft weight. And I shall never forget how it looked as I stepped out into the morning air:
 nIike an eternal changeless sea
 of burnished marble lay the plain,
 Horizon -girt, without stain.
 The air was still; no breath of sound
 Came from the wide expanse
 The whole earth seemed to lie in trance, In hushed, eXpectant silence bound.
 And ohi the beauty of the morning sky, Where famed the herald banners of the kingi
 
 Lol day came on me with spring"
 No one would ever dream that the night before this calm plain had been lashed and driven by an appalling tempest. The terrible ride of the night before seemed almost a dream. There was. no receding swell upon this ocean, as upon the Atlantic; on the contrary, it looked so marble like and still that one could hardly imagine it ever being moved again. The bril- liant sun flashed from millions of ice- points on the snow, making broad way of dazzling gold and diamonds royal way tor the coming of the morning. Its glory was almost, not quite, compensation for the experi- ence of the previous night. That night, as we sat around the cannon stove in the Hamburger grocery in Bloomtown, Moore told our story "with trimmings" adding among other things the actual fact that the thermometer was 38 below zero. The other trimmings which were not facts I will not mention. Moore is a good fellow and undoubtedly regrets the congregations which the enthusiasm of the moment induced.-Ha,pes's Weekly.
 It is sometimes extremely difficult