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Title: Children's own library
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Burdick, J. Ellis (Jennie Ellis) Welsh, Charles, 1850-1914
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Publisher: New York, National Library Co
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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tion. There was no Northern Eailway at that time, and inits place there were stage-coaches. I had secured thebox-seat on the fastest of these, but when one of ourTemple watchmen, who carried my portmanteau intoFleet-street for me, told me about the huge blocks of icethat had for some days past been floating in the river,having closed up in the night, and made a walk fromthe Temple Gardens over to the Surrey shore, I beganto ask myself the question, whether the box-seat wouldnot be likely to put a sudden and a frosty end to my unhappiness. I was heart-broken, it is true, and yet I wasuot quite so far gone as to wish to be frozen to death. When I got up to the Peacock,—where I found every-body drinking hot purl, in self-preservation, —I asked ifthere were an inside seat to spare. I then discovered no THE HOLLY-TREE. that, inside or out, I was the only passenger. This gaveme a still livelier idea of the great inclemency of theweather, since that coach always loaded particularly well.
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It was still dark when we left the Peacock. For a lit-tle while, pale, uncertain ghosts of houses and trees ap-peared and vanished, and then it was hard, black, frozen THE HOLLY-TREE. 141 day. People were lighting their fires; snioke was mount-ing straight up high into the rarefied air; and we wererattling for Highgate Archway over the hardest groundI have ever heard the ring of iron shoes on. I dontknow when the snow began to set in; but I knowthat we were changing horses somewhere when Iheard the guard remark, That the old lady up inthe sky was picking her geese pretty hard to-day.Then, indeed, I found the white down falling fast andthick. The lonely day wore on, and I dozed it out, as a lonelytraveller does. The coach and horses seemed to executein chorus Auld Lang Syne, without a moments inter-mission. I forget now where we were at noon on the secondday, and where we ought to have been; but I know thatwe were scores of miles behindhand, and that our casewas growing worse every hou

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