‘98 THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

could get anything to slide on, from a
rocking-chair down to a brick. Ten
boys were going down on a ladder, and
one poor little fellow was actually at-
tempting to slide down on a large
square lump of ice.

But some of the boys had beautiful
sleds, and you should have seen them
as they started off like the wind, from
the top of the hill, shouting “ha-ley
(that is what the boys in our village
say, when they mean “get out of the
way,”) and down they would fly till
they came to the “jump,” where they
were sure to part company with their
caps unless they were well tied on, and

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