around the horizon; in the west the pale yellow moon was sinking into some shadowy vapors, strange and spectral in morning light; gradually the clouds in the east turned to yellow ever growing brighter, and the sun came up, a golden ball; a robin sung to the cool wind rushing over the earth.
     The storm came without warning. While we were in school it grew dark; I looked out; the air was filled with flying flakes of snow, which constantly became thicker; the winds roared until everything grew dim in the white rush of snow. All morning it kept up, sometimes almost amounting to a blizzard. At noon the storm paused for breath, and as we were going school the wind rushed directly from the west sweeping the snow from roads, sidewalks and lawns and whirling it high in the air, and bending trees in its fury. Another storm came up and as I looked out of the windows in school everything was blotted out; the wind whistled with ever increasing violence thru the air; it roared around the corners of the building, and rattled the windows and under it all could be heard a constant low moaning.  When we came out of school, the sky was clearing off, and fantastic clouds whirled across the blue heavens; occasionally the sun burst