COUNTRY LIFE IN AMERICA.
Sing high the air like dry champagne,
The fields of virgin snow!
(Sing low the mile-hike from the train,
In five or ten below.)
Sing high the joys the gods allot
To our suburban state!
(Sing low the dinner gone to pot,
Because the train is late.)
Sing high the white-arched woodland way,
Resembling faëry halls!
(Sing low the drifts that stay and stay,
In which your motor stalls.)
Sing high, sing low, sing jack and game,
Sing Winter’s spangled gown!
(Let him who will these things acclaim—
I’m moving in to town.)
Scratch a man who really enjoys zero weather, and you will find blubber.
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]Born in Sioux City, to Mr. and Mrs. Matt Hoss, a daughter. Who’ll contribute a buggy?
“For Sale—1920 Mormon chummy.”—Minneapolis Journal.
Five-passenger at least.