I hope this short account will be news to some of your chicks, of
whom I am one, dear Jack; and I remain yours truly,
H. S.
* * * * *
MORE CRYSTALLIZED HORSES.
Piermont, N. H.
DEAR JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT: You ask in the March number of the St.
Nicholas if any of us have seen crystallized horses "with our
own eyes." We (Willie and I) have seen them many times; so has
everybody else who lives here; that is, we have seen something
very much like it, though we do not call it the same. When the
thermometer is from thirty to thirty-six degrees below zero,
horses and oxen are all covered with a white frost, so you cannot
tell a black horse or ox from a white one; nor can you tell young
men from old ones. Their whiskers, eyebrows and eyelashes, are all
perfectly white. I've often had my ears frost-bitten in going to
the school-house, which is only about as far as two blocks in a
city.
Pages:
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230
231
232