THE JOY OF WINTER Q7 
with merry twinkle in their eyes as if to say, 
“Friends, how like you this weather?”’ Winter is 
to be regarded, as our friend at the White House 
would name it, strenuous; and the word would 
tell the whole truth. 
This winter weather, when the wind makes 
tiger lunges at you, is good time for you to make 
tiger lunges at the wind. Winter wind is a great 
joker. He giggles much. He is inebriated when 
people are afraid of him. He blusters like a big 
bully when he dares. He likes to swagger when 
passengers of the outdoors are namby-pamby and 
play the timorous rabbit with him; but like him, 
be unafraid, understand him, and he is affable as 
a sailor fresh in port. What times we can have 
with the winter wind if we know how to take him. 
His voice is boisterous as if he were accustomed 
to talking to the deaf, but has whole skies of 
music in it. His manners are rude, but yet man- 
nerly if you read his book of etiquette. If a body 
schools himself to enjoy winter, it is a season 
plethoric in delight. Earth loves it. 
Rabbits know a thing. How they rollic in 
winter woods and fields! Have you seen them 
in moonlight of snowy nights? No? My friend, 
you are greatly to be blamed. Rabbits could 
teach most people the hilarity of winter. They 
do not fuss at the cold; they do not stay in of 
nights; they do not muffle up; they do not wipe 
the frost from their whiskers and blaspheme at 
the weather man. They carouse in the woods; 
