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Full Date1881-05-21
Page Number651
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Newspaper TitleThe Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 - 1939)
Trove TitleA Cool Proceeding.
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A Cool Proceeding.

IF yon look up the catalogue of our public library you will see the names of sixty-nine books that tell of the delights of suburban life. The books have all one defect They are written in

?ammtr. I ooald add an interesting chapter to tlMm on the winter aide of the question. This winter k a first-rate mmou to put a person's enthusiasm for roral life to the test One morn* Ing last week I started for the dty. It had been mowing all night, and when the mow topped the weather became intensely cold. The river was oovered with ice except here and there where there were little stretches of open water, from she sorfaos of which arose vapour that waved Kke plomes in the wind. The fences were hidden from sight by the snow, and the whistling gale drove clouds of snow along the ridges of the drifts. A hill of white 13ft. high, more or leu, kept the place of the open gate. Into this snow* bank the horse valiantly plunged and disap peered. After waiting a reasonable time I said to the driver: MI guess the horse has got through and gone on alone." John pulled on the lines and risked the opinion that there was still a horse at the end of them. This instantly recalled to me those well-known Knee of Dryden— Liett them aileen beneath thoae billi of enow f Stnteh out thy lair ltmbt; awake I awake I And winter from thy farrr mantle shake. {Poetical Quotations—Allibone, page <87.] "All right," esid I, "this train iseanoelled. If yon can back up the looomotive and get it Into the engine-house again, you may have what you can save of the oars. l'H walk down town." I eUmbed on a fenoe that went through the drift, and managed to get over the hill of snow. It was a sort of cheap excursion across the White Mountains. I walked on the topmost board of the fenoe until I was nearly up to the neck in the drift* and then precipitated myself down the declivity on the other ride and rolled to the street amid a cloud of snow. There was some* thing in the spectacle that no doubt would have made giddy unthinking persons laugh, but I then saw nothing funny about the episode, and don't yet I then started for a two-and-a-half mile walk on a road that skirted the river, with the wind blowing a gale over forty miles of frosen lake and stream. The road was swept as if by a broom, and instead of a fence was a range of white hills with the drifting enow flying lute a banner from the summit. Cold ? Never did the English language seem so poor. There is no word to describe the feel- Ings of a suburban resident that morning. I trotted along the crunching packed snow and covered as much of my ears as my hands could shelter from the biting frost Cold ? Why the wind fairly shrieked across the ioe and drove sharp particles of snow like needles into the unfortunate wayfarer. But though it was so sharp at first it Boon seemed to moderate, and, instead of the painful feeling of the outset, came a sense of warmth and almost of pleasure. I was getting ac. uetomed to the blizzard and remembered tha familiar line from Shakspeare, " How uae doth breed a habit in a man"—(Bartlett'a quotations, page 19). Juat then I met a stranger. Be said, " I don't wiah to seem obtrusive, nor to force myself on a person without an introduction ; but allow me to call your attention to the fact that the whole

northern hemisphere of your face is froien and the other »ide is rapidly following rait." > It wu too true. I had « cheek like a light ning-rod agent We adjourned into a wayside inn. I aaid no thiog about there being a coolness between tv; neither did he, and ao we were friends from the •tart. A tub of anow waa broaght in, and then the boys laid oat to have aome fun. Two Btalwarta rubbed my ears with anow, and the taak gave them all they wanted to da " I believe," said the proprietor, aa he stood admiringly by, with his thumbs in the armboles of his vest, and feet apart, viewing me with his head critically to one aide, " yes, I really believe that that is one of the nicest cases of freezing I have ever seen." 44 Oh, phsaw!" said the man with his boots on the edge of the stove, "remember when I frose my feet that cold New Tears ?" This was said in a tone of merit overlooked. " Tea, your feet were badly froien," admitted the first speaker, "but I look on it in this way: Suppose your feet had to be amputated and his head had to be amputated, which would be the worst oase ?" This settled the controversy. Meanwhile a halo of snow surrounded me. Through my chattering tooth I murmured the familiar verse from Emerson which you will at once recall: Announced by all the trumpet* of the iky Arrives the mow ; and driving o'er the field* Seem* nowhere to alight The whited air HRIm hilli and wood* ; the river and the heaven. [Smith 1* Dictionary of Verse, page 6.) The boys had more fun jabbing the snow into my eyes and ears than they will ever have in reading anything I write. At first the rubbing was. not felt; but by-and-by the ears began to tingle and smart, and then they began to glow and pinch and pain by turns. At last they shone out like danger signals on a railroad, and the ted betokened that the terrible crisis wu past No one knows how nioe it i» to be froien till he experiences the sensation. I would run in another f»mffiaF quotation here, only my next door neighbour nas just borrowed the books.—Lukj Shabp, in Jktroit FrtePrtu. m