Summary

W. H. H. Murray Holiday Tales: Christmas in the Adirondacks

All day as I tramped on the trail toward your cabin, my mind has been filled with memories of the past, and the words of a sweet old song I used to sing when too young to feel the tenderness of it, have been ringing in my ears."
"Sing us the song, sing us the song!" cried Wild Bill, and every man at the table cried with him, "Sing us the song!"
"Aye, aye," assented the Trapper, "sing us the song, Shanty Jim; we be men of the woods at this table, and some of us have had losses and sorrers, and all of us have memories of happy days that be gone.
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W. H. H. Murray Holiday Tales: Christmas in the Adirondacks

THE OLD TRAPPER AND HIS DOGS.
"Friends come and go, but until death enters kennel or cabin, the hunter and his hounds bide together."
Ah, friends, dear friends, as years go on and heads get gray—how fast the guests do go! Touch hands, touch hands with those that stay. Strong hands to weak, old hands to young, around the Christmas board, touch hands. The false forget, the foe forgive, for every guest will go and every fire burn low and cabin empty stand. Forget, forgive, for who may say that Christmas day may ever come to host or guest again.
Source: Gutenberg

W. H. H. Murray Holiday Tales: Christmas in the Adirondacks

But every animal, whether wild or domesticated, has its habits, and many of the noisiest of mouths, when the mood is on them, can be as dumb as a sphinx, and as Wild Bill came shuffling up on his snowshoes, with a box of goodly size lashed to his sled, not a sound proceeded therefrom. It is needless to record that the greeting between the two men was most hearty. How delightful is the meeting of men of the woods! Manly are they in life and manly in their greeting.
"What have ye in the box, Bill?" queried the Trapper good-naturedly.
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