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Jonas on a Farm in Winter

Creator: Abbott, Jacob, 1803-1879
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violence and noise in giving them. "A commander ought to have a regard for those under him," continued Jonas, "and deal justly by them. If a number of boys were going to ride a wagon, and their father put one of them in charge, he ought not to keep the best seat in the wagon for himself." While talking thus, the oxen continued slowly advancing along the road. Their previous trip had broken out the road, but the pathway was filled with loose snow of a pure and spotless white, through which the great sled runners, following the oxen, ploughed their way. On each side of the track which they had made, the surface was smooth and unbroken, excepting under some of the trees, where masses of snow had fallen down from above. They saw, at length, as they were passing along by the brook, a little track, like a double dotting, running along, in a winding way, under the trees,--then crossing the road, and disappearing under the trees upon the other side. "What's that?" asked Josey. "That's a rabbit track," replied Oliver. "Let's go and catch him," said Josey. "No," said Jonas, "we must go on with our work."
Poetical Works of Akenside

THE POETICAL WORKS OF MARK AKENSIDE. REV. GEORGE GILFILLAN. THE LIFE OF AKENSIDE. Mark Akenside was born at Newcastle-upon-Tyne on the 9th of November 1721. His family were Presbyterian Dissenters, and on the 30th of that month he was baptized in the meeting, then held in Hanover Square, by a Mr. Benjamin Bennet. His father, Mark, was a butcher in respectable circumstances--his mother's name was Mary Lumsden. There may seem something grotesque in finding the author of the "Pleasures of Imagination" born in a place usually thought so anti-poetical as a butcher's shop. And yet similar anomalies abound in the histories of men of genius. Henry Kirke White, too, was a butcher's son, and for some time carried his father's basket. The late Thomas Atkinson, a very clever _litterateur_ of the West of Scotland, was also what the Scotch call a "flesher's" son. The case of Cardinal Wolsey is well known. Indeed, we do not understand why any decent calling should be inimical to the existence--however it may be to the
At a little distance farther on, they saw another track. It was larger than the first, and not so regular. "What sort of a track is that?" said Josey. "I don't know," said Oliver; "it looks like a dog's track; but I shouldn't think there would be a dog out here in the woods." They found that this track followed the road along for some distance. The animal which made it, seemed sometimes to have gone in the middle of the road, and sometimes out at the side; and Jonas said that he had passed there since they went down with the first load of wood. "How do you know?" said Oliver. "Because," said Jonas, "his track is made upon the broken snow, in the middle of the road." They watched the track for some time, and then they lost sight of it. Presently, however, they saw it again. "I wonder which way he went," said Oliver. "I'll jump off, and look at the track," said Jonas.