The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-01-30
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that year when a heavy snowstorm covered the village and the country for miles around with a mantle of white. Always. when it showed. there was fine sledding at Prices Hill. just outside the village; and always. you may be sure, the children fiocked there.
 Uncle Will had received a fine sled for Christmas-and of course be was delighted to see the snow. So was Aunt Helen. for she knew she could ride on the sled right behind Uncle VIII and have almost as much fun as though the sled were hey very own.
 Mamma, I remember. exrlained to them very clearly that under no con dfttons should they slide down the steep part of the hill. That was where the older boys and girls sledded. and tho younger children were supposed to use the shorter and less steep slide on the other side of the hill I. my self, heard Mamma tell them, and both Uncle Will and Aunt Helen seemed to understand.
 But, it seems, after they reached the hill and had enjoyed many slides down, in accordance with Mammals instructions. Uncle Will began to cast longing eyes upon the other side of the hill where the big boys and girls were having just the 1olliest and long est and swiftest rides imaginable. And presently he began to think that just one ride down that side wouldn't mat ter-tust to see what it felt like. Be sides, he reasoned, Mamma would never know
 He told Aunt Helen--and she was eager to try 1t, though she did not want to disobey Mamma. But-well, Uncle Will persisted until finally he had talked Aunt Helen into consent ing to one ride-just one. So he pulled the sled to the crest of the long, steep incline, took his seat in front and braced his feet firmly against the steering board. Then he told Aunt Helen to sit behind him and-to hold on very tightly.
 "A shove, and away they went Down, down, n-faster-faster- faster! The wind fairly whistled past them And every second it became more difficult to hold the sled in the course. A few seconds more and and
 Suddenly the sled swerved quickly to the right, and both Uncle Will and Aunt Helen were hurled through the air as though some giant hand had lifted them off the sled and tossed them to one side. Fortunately, they landed in a deep snowdrift-so deep in it, in fact, that several bystanders had to help them out.
 Poor Aunt Helen was so frightened that she couldn't even cry. Besides, she had great big bump on the side of her head. And Uncle wills nose was bleeding freely. Also, both of them were badly shaken up.
 They had had quite enough sled ding for that afternoon. So, slowly and painfully, they made their way toward home. dragging the sled be- hind them.
 The moment they entered the house, of course, Mamma saw the big bump on Helen's forehead And then she caught sight of Uncle wills bloody handkerchief. How had 1t happened? They must have been in an accident! And-Mamma wanted to know all about it, of course,
 "They told her. too, for neither of them would tell 'fib.' And for two whole days-3ust when the sledding was the best and all the other chil- dren were having heaps and heaps of fun-they had to remain indoors, as a reminder that Mamma must be obeyed.
 50, you see, Dorothy, not even one ride-just one that would take but a few seconds to complete-could be made without, well-it's a true say ing that murder will out!"