The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1908-06-04

the barriers Of etiquette are let down.
or ignored, and where folks put their
feet on the kitchen stove, and the
old.time spirit OF utter American
democracy finds fullest expression.
Here is the sphere OF the cow-hide
boot, the Overall" the hickory shirt.
and the cheerful expression. Here is
the spot where comfort does not mas
querade in strange attire nor with
a forced smile.
To SIT around a good fire in a kitch-
en- Of a farmhouse. with a raging
snow storm snarling at the doors and
windows. with a pitcher Of cider
which can always be rehlled. with
plenty OF hickory nuts and walnuts
on hand in the garrett, with apples
from the cellar on broad-h:!iSissed
plates. and with cookies or doughnuts
to I'll In any stray abdominal crevices
is 10 enjoy life. And OF course. now
and then. a rollicking tune from the
fiddle. There Is something in a eli
mate where the rigor OF the year
closes in for a spell that appeals very
keenly 10 me. There is anticipation
in the message and farewells OF late
autumnal days. and the signs on
the window panes OF the advance
guards OF the north.
When we went into the pastures
and around the feed-lots where the
cattle crunched their cornstalks. the
snowbirds would scatter In dusky
bands. and wstchful crows in .he
timber caved warily and swung from
their airy perches as we approached.
Along the rail fences the tracks OF
field mice showed. and around the
shocks OF corn IN the fields where the
men had been "shuoking' out the
corn there were the tracks OF rabbits
and quail The slate.colored juncos
and ohickadees fitted infrequently
above garden and orchard. and stray
hawks sailed past toward the river
bottom.
From the window we could see the
teams go past TO town. some wagons
loaded with coal. some buggies carry
ing a lone driver. From the nostrils
of the horses the frosty breath pulled
and curled plainly in the nipping ar.
and the wheels of the wagons squeak.
ed audibly over the close-packed
drifts. The mail carrier came regu.
larry so long as the roads were pass
able. but when infrequent thaws rem
dered the highways an impossible
morass, we waited and watched for
him Ia vain. School children went by
night and morning. swinging straps
with a book In maybe. or carrying
their pals or baskets with which they
had taken their dinners to school The
drifts piled in TO the fence corners,
and the landscape beyond aud all
around us was etched against the dis
tant horizon as clear and sharp as a
cameo The sunsets were magnif.
cent: the starlight nights indescrib.
ably brilliant The dawns came cold
and red. and red and cold the sun
went down. II was a strange. still
trance-like time. where you were
thrilled with pictures OF a SNOWY
fairy.land. and yet where the warmth
Of a FIRE was like the greeting OF
your best friend
Everywhere one looked on a frosty
morning there we're the thin. waver
ing columns OF farmhouse smoke
ascending into the gray dome above
Signals OF life and endeaYor. mute
heralds OF greeting from house to
house.
Some days ! would take my skates
and wade through the SHOWS down to
the lake. and where l could find. as
! sometimes did. a clear space which
had been swept by the brooms OF the
wandering wind. ] would skate by my
self among the shadows east by
blanketed tree trunks and withered
vines Sometimes | would find In
fine traceries Of almost impalpable
snow the manual OF others who
had come and gone with their skates
leaving the silent spaces more silent
for their going.
Along this lake. and further in to
where its swappy edges backed In
towards the river, there were tho
tracks OF mink and rabbit. OF raccoon
and prowling fox Once | saw fox
but IL was for the fraction Of sec
ond only, and his red brush disappear
ed like a shred OF trailing autumnal
vine before a winter storm.
Clustered as we were In this tenn
pie OF the most retired OF all the sea
sons. we nevertheless found a thou
sand ways OF enjoying both indoors
and outdoors. and as the months drift
ed from November 10 February we
scarcely felt the rigors OF the time
There were days. OF course. when
the air was like knife: when an open
door meant a blow In the face from
the wind, when a reighbor stamping
In brought an icy breath from outside
that chilled 20 the very marrow al
most before the doors could be closed
But for the most part the winter
weather was merely braolng and in
MIGRATING. II always brought with II
the necessity OF resistance; the feel
ing that something was to be met
with and overcome. II drove the Ian
guor out of the system. and while
1t roughened lips and cheeks. II sent
the blood spinning through ones
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