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 Wear-i-ly, But upward still, Soon the height We shall gain, Pull the sled With might and main." Struggling, toiling, up they go Wearily over the ice and snow!

Then along The level ground, On they go     With a bound; Merry shouts Everywhere Ringing through The frosty air; See the happy children go Smoothly o'er the ice and snow!

See! they're dashing Down the hill, Boys are calling, "Nell, be still!" Teeth are chattering In her head,