THE FIRST SNOW-STORM

Away off on a warm sunny island, little Harry Hall was born.
Flowers bloomed all the year round. The sun shone most of
the time, although now and then there were thunder-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 were so many people, and such great houses. After a while
the weather grew cold, and he had to wear thick woollen 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 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 scarcely see the houses
opposite. Something white and feathery fell slowly down and
rested on the window ledge. Then it disappeared. But more and
more of the little flakes came, until there was quite a ridge
outside of the window.

Harry opened the sash gently, fearing it might fly away. He
was surprised when he touched it to find it so cold. He took
some up in his hand, but in a moment it was only a drop of water.

By that time the street and the men's hats and coats were
quite white. Harry was puzzled to find a name for the beautiful
white substance, so he ran to his mamma and asked her about it.

She told him it was snow, and because the air was so warm
on the beautiful island where he was born they never had any.

The next morning he saw the little children of the neighborhood
playing in it; but before noon the sun was so bright and
warm the snow had all melted away.

When the second snow-storm came Harry's papa brought home a
beautiful sleigh, and gave his little boy great pleasure by
drawing him up and down the street.

Harry soon learned to go out by himself, and made many friends;
especially of the little girls, as he was very generous with his
sleigh.

But he has never forgotten his surprise when he saw the first
snow-storm.

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