CHAPTER XXI 

A BOB SLED RACE 

"Whoop! hurrah! it's snowing!" 

Thus shouted Tom one day, as he burst into the library of the Hall, where Dick, Sam and a number of others were perusing books and the latest magazines. 

"Hard?" queried Sam, dropping the magazine he held. 

"No, but steady. Peleg Snuggers says it is going to be a heavy fall, and he generally knows." 

"And he loves snowstorms so," put in Fred, with a laugh. "Do you remember the time we made a big fort and had a regular battle?" 

"Indeed I do!" cried Larry. "It was great! We ought to have something of that sort this winter." 

"I was hoping we'd get skating before it snowed," put in Songbird. 

"Well, we can't have all the good things at once," answered Dick. "I think a heavy snowstorm is jolly. Somehow, when it snows I always feel like whistling and singing." 

"And I feel like making up verses," murmured the poet of the school, and went on: 

"Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow, Coming down when the wind does blow. Coming down both day and night, Leaving the earth a wonderful sight! Oh, the snow, the heavenly snow!----" 

"Wetting our feet wherever we go!" 

continued Tom, and added: 

"Oh, the snow, When the wind doth blow, It sets a pace And hits our face And we are froze Down to the toes And in the slush, That's just like mush, We cannot stop, But go ker-flop!" 

"Tom, the first thing you know, you'll be taking Songbird's laurels away from him," observed Larry. 
Who says it's going to be a heavy snowfall?
eleg Snuggers says it is going to be a heavy fall,