January, 1901. 



Junior-Naturalist Monthly. 



Issued by the CoUeg-e of Agriculture and Experiment Station of 

 Cornell University, under Chapter 430 of the Laws of 1899 



of the State of New York. 



Entered in the Post office at Ithaca, N. Y., as second class matter. 



VOL. II. CORNELL UNIVERSITY, ITHACA, N. Y'. NO. 12. 



THE SNOW STORM. 



The wind blows. The bare branches of the trees creak. Tlie 

 icy snow flakes strike against the window and seem to call you out 

 to enjoy the stormy January night. You think it would be fun to 

 wrap up Avarmly and struggle against the wind for a little while, 

 but you do not o^o. The wild nio-ht has a rival, a wood Are, which 

 has a coaxing way of keeping you near it. It roars and crackles and 

 sends gay little sparks out of the chimney. It does its best to make 

 you forget the storm. As the Are roars louder and louder the tapping 

 on the window seems fainter and after a time you cease to think of it. 



The storm still decorates the landscape, however, while you sit 

 indoors at your cheery fireside. In the morning you see the result 

 of its work and you know that such an outdoor world has no 

 rival. Every unsightly thing has disappeared. Yesterday you 

 wished that the old ladder were not braced against the apple-tree; 

 to-day you ai-e glad it is there. Yesterday you objected to the 

 clothes-line stretched across the garden ; to-day you like to see the 

 festoon between the grape-arbor and the tall white-capped post. 

 Yesterday you wondered whether the mountain ash could be prettier 

 than it was with its dusky background ; to-day you know that it can. 



You go into the woods. The stillness is almost solemn. 



" The pine is like a tall cathedral tower 

 With oriels or withered ivy-vines 

 Entwined in sculptured shapes of wreath and flower. 



Through which the clear, red stain of morning shines; 

 And underneath, the snow-draped shrubs and briers 

 Seem kneeling groups of silent, white-robed friars." 



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