Ode To The Blizzard

In the land ut wllil Dakotn, I n the land where blows the blizzard, Hu ra pa ltself the Icy cyoloiie Plunges norfhward, gullops eatward, There isdeaLh.and oold and hanger. Keads the Kat the winter story, Hngs Itüelf h.v th.' flr.side, Wurins lts loes wltli hlgn-priced fuel, (ïlves ltself oongratulatious. Settles down to winter comforts, Hreathes n sigh wlth plty laden, Unambltloufi, htvs no lonKlng Weslward Jnurney to be lak ing. V here the fruit of I I labor, A ft er tilling nummer prairies, It Is to order pliu-'xmrd cnfllus, Malie your wlll aud freeze foreyer. - fcxchange. He scraped away the raossy spray And Kcratched amld the Uchen gre.n, üntll he read, ' Kate Kelly, dead. Aged tweuty-seveu. Kerusene." II ' snuiitered on a rod or two And there he fnund another oue: "Moses Melrhlzidek McOlue Here lies below. BIew in hls gun." JIp turned the corner wlth a monn, liy ttilrHf for kuowledge goadt d. And found upon another slone: ¦'Uldn't know 'twas loaded."