said the Snow-man. 'The wind is really cutting one's very life
out! And how that fiery thing up there glares!' He meant the
sun, which was just setting. 'It sha'n't make me blink, though,
and I shall keep quite cool and collected.'

Instead of eyes he had two large three-cornered pieces of slate
in his head; his mouth consisted of an old rake, so that he had
teeth as well.

He was born amidst the shouts and laughter of the boys, and
greeted by the jingling bells and cracking whips of the sledges.

The sun went down, the full moon rose, large, round, clear and
beautiful, in the dark blue sky.

'There it is again on the other side!' said the Snow-man, by
which he meant the sun was appearing again. 'I have become quite
accustomed to its glaring. I hope it will hang there and shine,
so that I may be able to see myself. I wish I knew, though, how
one ought to see about changing one's position. I should very
much like to move about. If I only could, I would glide up and
down the ice there, as I saw the boys doing; but somehow or
other, I don't know how to run.'

'Bow-wow!' barked the old yard-dog; he was rather hoarse and
couldn't bark very well. His hoarseness came on when he was a
house-dog and used to lie in front of the stove. 'The sun will
soon teach you to run! I saw that last winter with your
predecessor, and farther back still with his predecessors! They
have all run away!'