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only a narrow path, now hidden by the snow which was 

 beginning to fall afresh, Mr. Richardson had no al- 

 ternative left him but to stay or to freeze to death by 

 the way; he therefore deliberately dismounted, tied 

 his horse to a stake, and sat down on the door-sill of 

 the house. At length he began to sing one of the 

 songs of Zion; the proprietor listened in profound 

 silence, his savage nature began to grow tame, his 

 heart softened, and he showed a disposition to engage 

 in conversation: "You seem to be quite merry," said 

 he, "and you must be very cold, too; would you not 

 like to have a little fire?" "Thank you," said the 

 preacher; "it is of all things what I most want just 

 now, for I am indeed very cold." The fire was brought ; 

 the yard contained a plentiful supply of wood, and 

 soon there was a conflagration that made Boreas fairly 

 tremble on his icy throne. This brought out the man 

 of the house. " What are you doing out there," said 

 he, "burning up all my wood? put out that fire and 

 come into the house." The preacher took him at his 

 word, extinguished the fire, and entered. "And now," 

 said he, " my horse has had nothing to eat since early 

 this morning; if you will let me put him in the stable 

 and feed him, you shall be well paid for it." With 

 this request he obstinately refused to comply, with- 

 holding food from man and beast, as he also forbid 

 the offering of prayer for the family before retiring. 

 They slept in their beds, and the preacher, wrapped 

 in his overcoat, lay down to rest as best he could before 

 the fire. The next morning, at early dawn, hungry 

 and cold, he threaded the uncertain pathway over the 

 mountain to seek refreshment at the twelve-mile house. 

 On another occasion, Mr. Richardson lost his horse. 

 The spirited animal, from a feeling of resentment for 



