. American cookery . sbrook wait-ing for us. A knitted toboggan cap wasdrawn well over his ears, he was heavilymittened. His kerosene can wore afrozen potato on its nose. No bareheaded village boys are playingbaseball in the road to-night. No coat-less postmaster tosses the mail bagaboard the outgoing train. The snow crunches dryly under ourfeet. The nobility of a winter nightin the country! The curving upwardroad, the hills with their dark tracings ofwoods. The elm a great bouquet, herlong branches swaying slowly. The high,piercing stars, the polished crust. Ruts made by sleds and sleighs are
. American cookery . sbrook wait-ing for us. A knitted toboggan cap wasdrawn well over his ears, he was heavilymittened. His kerosene can wore afrozen potato on its nose. No bareheaded village boys are playingbaseball in the road to-night. No coat-less postmaster tosses the mail bagaboard the outgoing train. The snow crunches dryly under ourfeet. The nobility of a winter nightin the country! The curving upwardroad, the hills with their dark tracings ofwoods. The elm a great bouquet, herlong branches swaying slowly. The high,piercing stars, the polished crust. Ruts made by sleds and sleighs arewaxen smooth. A roller has poundedthe snow in the road. Why, Robert, we exclaim, it isntso deep! He laughs. If you should step outthere. he points to the side of the road,you would sink to your waist. Why, I guess we would. The mailboxes that once reached the rural deliverymans hand when he drove up in hisbuggy are now like timid bird housespeeking out on a level with the drifts. Is it to be wondered that the lack of. *-*m£m
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