The overseer's one-roomed shanty, where he cooks, eats and sleeps,
is on a knoll, and near it are the barrels in which the berries
are packed, after they have been sorted according to size and
quality.

Picking cranberries may be pleasant enough in fine weather, but it
must be miserable work on a cold, drizzly day.

I hope this short account will be news to some of your chicks, of
whom I am one, dear Jack; and I remain yours truly,

H. S.

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MORE CRYSTALLIZED HORSES.

Piermont, N. H.

DEAR JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT: You ask in the March number of the St.
Nicholas if any of us have seen crystallized horses "with our
own eyes." We (Willie and I) have seen them many times; so has
everybody else who lives here; that is, we have seen something
very much like it, though we do not call it the same. When the
thermometer is from thirty to thirty-six degrees below zero,
horses and oxen are all covered with a white frost, so you cannot
tell a black horse or ox from a white one; nor can you tell young
men from old ones. Their whiskers, eyebrows and eyelashes, are all
perfectly white. I've often had my ears frost-bitten in going to