The
First Snow Storm
Away off on a warm sunny island little Harry
Hall was born. Flowers bloomed
all year round
The sun shone most of the time, although now and then there were winter
showers. Many
wonderful plants grew wild,
while on the shore shells
and seaweed and queer
little fishes
were often to be found.
When Harry was six years old his parents took a journey to New York.
It seemed very odd
to the little boy to live in a place where there was so many people,
and such great houses.
After a while the weather grew cold, and he had to wear thick woolen clothing.
The house
in which they lived was heated by a furnace; but one day they had a
fire of logs on the hearth.
Harry enjoyed it very much and thought the bright blaze was so pretty.
The sky was gray and cloudy one afternoon,
and Harry had been standing by the window
watching the street cars. Suddenly, the air grew thick and he
could hardly see the houses
on the opposite side. Something white and feathery fell slowly
down and rested on the
ledge. Then it disappeared. But more and more of the little
flakes came, until there was
quite a ridge outside the window.
Harry was puzzled
about the white stuff and went to ask his momma about it. She
told him
it was snow and because it was so warm on the beautiful island he was
born, he had never
seen any.
The next morning he saw the little children of the neigborhood playing
in it; but before noon
the sun was so bright and warm the snow had melted away. From
then on, though, he
never forgot his first snow storm.
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