I do love snow. There isn\'t anything except a bull-terrier that is as beautiful as snow. Mr. Travers says that seven hundred men once wrote a poem called "Beautiful Snow," and that even then, though they were all big strong men, they couldn\'t find words enough to tell how beautiful it was.

There are some people who like snow, and some who don\'t. It\'s very curious, but that\'s the way it is about almost everything. There are the Eskimos who live up North where there isn\'t anything but snow, and where there are no schools nor any errands, and they haven\'t anything to do but to go fishing and skating and hunting, and sliding down hill all day. Well, the Eskimos don\'t like it, for people who have been there and seen them say they are dreadfully dissatisfied. A nice set the Eskimos must be! I wonder what would satisfy them. I don\'t suppose it\'s any use trying to find out, for father says there\'s no limit to the unreasonableness of some people.

We ought always to be satisfied and contented with our condition and the things we have. I\'m always contented when I have what I want, though of course nobody can expect a person to be contented when things don\'t satisfy him. Sue is real contented, too, for she\'s got the greatest amount of new clothes, and she\'s going to be married very soon. I think it\'s about time she was, and most everybody else thinks so too, for I\'ve heard them say so; and they\'ve said so more than ever since we made the snow man.
WE BUILT THE BIGGEST SNOW MAN I EVER HEARD OF.

You see, it was the day before Christmas, and there had been a beautiful snow-storm. All of us boys were sliding down hill, when somebody said, "Let\'s make a snow man." Everybody seemed to think the idea was a good one, and we made up our minds to build the biggest snow man that ever was, just for Christmas. The snow was about a foot thick, and just hard enough to cut into slabs; so we got a shovel and went to work. We built the biggest snow man I ever heard of. We made him hollow, and Tom McGinnis stood inside of him and helped build while the rest of us worked on the outside. Just as fast as we got a slab of snow in the right place we poured water on it so that it would freeze right away. We made the outside of the man about three feet thick, and he was so tall that Tom McGinnis had to keep climbing up inside of him to help build.

Tom came near getting into a dreadful scrape, for we forgot to leave a hole for him to get out of, and when the man was done, and frozen as hard as a rock, Tom found that he was shut up as tight as if he was in prison. Didn\'t he howl, though, and beg us to let him out! I told him that he would be very foolish not to stay in the man all night, for he would be as warm as the Eskimos are in their snow huts, and there would be such fun when people couldn\'t find him anywhere. But Tom wasn\'t satisfied; he began to talk some silly nonsense about wanting his supper. The idea of anybody talking about such a little thing as supper when they had such a chance to make a big stir as that. Tom always was............