The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-03-09

the childish fancy. For IL was clear =
me that IL was not accident tndI tues
were all going the same way Inere W.
evidently some prize away on there II
the waste Of snow that beckoned them
on. The text gave me no clue 70 what y
was i only confirmed the impression
winch was strengthened by the introduce
ton OF a haii-naked savage who SniNele1
most woefuliv in the foreground That
New York was somewhere within the arc
TIC circle, and a perfect paradise Tor q
healthy boy. who takes 20 snow as na-
turally as duck takes 10 water. 90
not know how the discovery that they
were probably making for Gabe case
and his bottle of champagne. which al
ways awaited the first sleigh on the ROAD
would have struck me IN those days MOS
likely as a grieYous disappointment: for
my fancy. busy ever with Uncas ana
ChingachcOOk and Nary Bumppo, had
certainly buffalo hunt, or an ambush.
or. at the very least. big IRE, ready al
the end of the road. But such is life. Its
most cherished hopes have 10 be sur
rendered one by one to the prOSy facts OF
everyday existence ! recall distinctly
now Il cut me 10 the heart when 1 nrSt
walked up Broadway. with an immense
navy pistol strapped around my waist 70
nne II paved street. actually paved
with no Duffaloes IN sight and not REQ
man or beaver hut.
However, life has its compensations.
also. AT 30 | am as willing TO surrender
the arctic circle as l was hopeful OF IL
at 10. with the price of coal in the chronic
plight of my little boy when he has a
troublesome hitch in his trousers: 'On.
dear me- my pants hang up and don
haug down. And GeOe Cases is most
welcome exchange 10 me for the ambush
since l have LEFT out the pistol and the
rest OF the armament. I listen 70 the
stories of the oldest inhabitant. of the
winters when 1.-THE snow lay 10 the sec
ond-story windows in the Bowery." with
the ferVent wish that they may never
come back, and secretly glOat over his
wall Inal the seasons have changed ana
are not what they were. The man who
eXuberantly proclaims that New York is
getting TO have the finest winter-reSOrt
climate in the world is my friend. and
do not care II I never see another snow
ball Alas, yes! though Deerslayer and 1
are still on the old terms. l fear the evil
dence is that L am growing old
In the midst of the rejoicing comes Cd
BOreas, as last winter. for instance, and
when we thought ourselves safe in refer
ring TO the great blizzard as a u1onstrous.
unaeard-of thing. and were dwelling Sc
curely in the memory of how we gathered
violetS in the woods out in Queens and
killed mosquitoes in the house in Christ
mas week, comes grim winter and locks
the rivers and buries US up to the neck
IN snow, before the Thanksgiving dinner
Is cold. Then the seasons Wher Gabe's
nuch-cOveted bottle stood unclaimed on
tlu Tar into the new year. and was won
then literally by a scratch on a road
hardly dOWny with white seem like a tale
that is told. and we realize that latitude
Goes not unaided make temperature It
Is only in exceptional winters after an
that we class for brief spell with Ma
pies. Greenland and the polar streams
are never long in asserting their claim
and Santa Claus TO unchecked prog
ress TO our hearths.