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The Snow-ball Chieftain.
All in the tingling frosty weather
I met a chieftain brave and bright;
He'd scarlet bat 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'll a kind good-morning bid him,
With snow-balls three he pelted me;
Then laughed, and ran, and quickly hid him,
Behind a hemlock tree!
Edith M. Thomas.
