II.

Now, Harry! sit firm on your sled--here we go!

Swift--swift as an arrow let fly from a bow!

Hurrah! downward rushing, how gayly we speed,

Like an Arab away on his fleet-going steed.

Hurrah! bravely done! Down the icy hill side,

Swift--swift as an arrow, again let us glide.

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