When Snows Are Deep 



the-Face was a great Sioux warrior. 

 I always liked his name. We may be 

 distantly related for all I know. Some- 

 where back in ante-diluvian days we 

 may have hunted together in the misty 

 hills. I rather think we did. 



Longfellow's despairing delineation 

 of the "cold and cruel winter" in 

 "The Song of Hiawatha" is one of the 

 glories of our literature, but it was 

 written to fit "the famine and the 

 fever"; and that is getting back to our 

 original proposition. The season is 

 a joy or a curse just according as you 

 happen to be physically and mentally 

 situated. There is little or no real dis- 

 tress in this latitude on or about the 

 farmsteads of those who have been 

 wise enough to resist the call to city 

 flats. The average farmer not only 

 provides himself and family with all 

 the needed comforts, but, more than 

 that, looks after the well-being also of 

 the animals that constitute such an 

 essential factor in the agricultural 

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