. St. Nicholas [serial] . oreAnd flung into the wild abyss, where it was seen no more. Ah, little naughty Brier-Rose, thou couldst nor weave nor spin;Yet thou couldst do a nobler deed than all thy mocking kin;For thou hadst courage een to die, and by thy death to saveA thousand farms and lives from the fury of the wave. And yet the adage lives, in the valley of thy birth,When wayward children spend their days in heedless play and mirth,Oft mothers say, half smiling, half sighing, Heaven knowsWhatever will become of the naughty Brier-Rose ! A SNOW-BATTLE. 235 A SNOW Daniel C. Beard. I
. St. Nicholas [serial] . oreAnd flung into the wild abyss, where it was seen no more. Ah, little naughty Brier-Rose, thou couldst nor weave nor spin;Yet thou couldst do a nobler deed than all thy mocking kin;For thou hadst courage een to die, and by thy death to saveA thousand farms and lives from the fury of the wave. And yet the adage lives, in the valley of thy birth,When wayward children spend their days in heedless play and mirth,Oft mothers say, half smiling, half sighing, Heaven knowsWhatever will become of the naughty Brier-Rose ! A SNOW-BATTLE. 235 A SNOW Daniel C. Beard. In the January number of St. NICHOLAS lastwinter, I told you how to build snow-forts, and howto make shields and ammunition-sleds. I also sug-gested rules to govern snow-ball warfare. To givesome faint idea of the excitement and interest ofthe sport, 1 will attempt to describe from memorya snow-battle in which I took part when a boy. It was a year when the Indian-summer had beenprolonged into the winter. Christmas had come. and gone and a new year begun, but no snow hadfallen on the river bank or neighboring hills. Such was the condition of things one Januarymorning, in a Kentucky town, upon the banks ofthe Ohio River, where I and some sixty other boyswere gathered in a little, frame school-house. We had about made up our minds that old JackFrost was a humbug, and winter a myth; but when the bell tapped for recess, the first boy outgave a shout which passed from mouth to mouth,until it became a universal cheer as we reachedthe play-ground, for, floating airily down from adull, gray sky came myriads of white snow-flakes ! Winter had come ! Jack Frost was no longer ahumbug ! Before the bell again recalled us to ourstudy, the ground was whitened with snow, and theschool divided into two opposing armies. Thatnight was a busy one. All hands set to work man-ufacturing ammunition-sleds and shields for thecoming battle. It was my fortune to be chosenas one of the garrison of the fort. T
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