Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. 1st World Library Literary Society is a non profit educational organization. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG It was well along in the forenoon of a bitter winter's day The town of Eastport, in the state of Maine, lay buried under a deep snow that was newly fallen The customary bustle in the streets was wanting. One could look long distances down them and see nothing but a dead white emptiness, with silence to match. Of course I do not mean that you could see the silence no, you could only hear it The sidewalks were merely long, deep ditches, with steep snow walls on either side Here and there you might hear the faint, far scrape of a wooden shovel, and if you were quick enough you might catch a glimpse of a distant black figure stooping and disappearing in one of those ditches, and reappearing the next moment with a motion which you would know meant the heaving out of a shovelful of snow But you needed to be quick, for that black figure would not linger, but would soon drop that shovel and scud for the house, thrashing itself with its arms to warm them Yes, it was too venomously cold for snow shovelers or anybody else to stay out long.