The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1900-10-21
Dream Two


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Scene: Dicks study. cosy ana comfortabl,
Open fire within: without. a howltnl
blizzard. Dick takes Rameses from
The mantiepiece. and being comforts
bly, attired IN his pajams seat him
self before the open fre.
"Rameses. my long time friend. Their,
may be handsomer pipes than you. bu
for a night like this there are no NOR,
comfortable ones. Beauty. Rameses. Il
a vanity. Somebody wrote some poetry
once and said that. or something like a.
or something else. ! am too lazy. Ram
eses. 20 think IL up for YOU
Having filled the cracked bowl. he ad-
tusts his feet uDon the mautel and care
fully lights the nicked yeNpw pine. 1,
had been with him upon many hunting
IMP
Wow, But this storm Is a buster. You
ard are durn lucky dogs: do you know
g. Rameses?'
But Rameses ~ not much OF a phil
osopher This storm reminds him. and
90 after a splutter or two In getting fair
j. burning. he begins:
Dickie. do you know where we were
'he last time we heard the wind bowling
around the corner, and the snow and ice
lash.ng the windows. and the doors a.
a,tiing2 Aye. we were way back in tho
woods We were. and that's where l wish
We we're now That's the only place for
man. Way back thirty miles from no
vuere (Rameses had despicahie habit
az using low. rustic expressions when ex-
c.edl. Thirty miles from railroads or
roads OF any kind 'ceptin' those the deer
make; thirty miles from noise and dirt
ard confusion: thirty miles from re-
strain n thirty miles from women!
when a fellow gets hack thar. alone with
taoee tall strong pines. alone with those
frozen lakes alone with mountains. he
t0f'er sticks out his chest and feels as
though he was man. Il does a fellow
gQo1 70 be out on ono OF them storms up
thar don't u Dickieg These kind sorter
make a fellow feel like a pink and white
lady
Tn thinking now OF the time we got
'2st on the Big Windam. m how after
We had about given uQ we struck the
lake and knew the cabin Was at the other
va But the other end was three miles
On and the wind was BLOWN hard. and
.iief cold. and the little me ice. when
. struck your face. left red spots. You
ssii me clenchcd between your teeth all
tAs Way 50 / know how II felt You did
eA mat time. Dickic. was proud of
s.A That was. We were three hours.
tNas hard 10 do IL with nothin IN
la oi yer seuce morning but cream
t.f Biscuit. but We done in
then. Dickie. arter you had had
sI' supper en- I'm not sure but what
came nearer death durin' tibet pro-
'han you did a-crossin' the lake. You
liemendous. DickieD artcr that sup
=, was a pleasure to sing 20 you set
'iofe the burnin' logs. N then the
same wind seems 20 want 20 push
oaek from the cabin. tibet sent the
%, NO er face ar Il bled n then froze
li2ns. tibet very same wind as what
% be singing death songs TO yer,
Do 20 sing yer TO sleep. The more
Ill. .i .1e windows. the more comforta-
iti,, you und l. n the more ! want
H.s Ah. Dickie do yer r'snembsr
49,. sung TO YER You felt bigger m
man ten men then. and between
80. aewed out road straight TO sue
fame. l don't exactly sen what
wants Of those things. myself. but
~ en- that night Nothing was too
-'N after The logs had burned low
49,. mere just wafchin' the sparks
h. up the chimney m get strangled
~ snsry wind Then arter a while
49,. Ninao~s stopped a rattIln'. m the
q 9e.i changed its tune 10 a lullaby
-'aoy, lullaby"