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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.