104 SNOW AND SLEIGH RIDES.

 

broken, after the first fall of snow in
the winter, My father had a little
mare, who could almost fly over the
ground, when she had a sleigh behind
her. We children used to get into the
sleighs with the warmest of caps, and
mittens, and great-coats; and then, as
soon as her master took hold of the
reins, and said, ‘‘Go on, Kate,” the
little creature would start, and away
we would go to the brown school-house.
How sorry I was when we got there.
How often I wished the distance were
ten times as great.

But the sleighing we have in the