A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RHYMES.

THE SNOW-BALL CHIEFTAIN.

LL in the tingling frosty weather
I met a chieftain brave and bright;
He’d scarlet hat with snow-white feather,

His step was brisk and light.

His twinkling eyes were soft and starlike,
His lips and cheeks were rosy red;
“He doesn’t look so very warlike!”

Beneath my breath I said.

So I a kind good-morning bid him.—

With snow-balls three he pelted me;

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