The words were no sooner out of his mouth, than
down he went, like an arrow. We trembled for him, and held our breath
almost, as we watched his sled; for it used to be a proverb with us, that
Jack would break his neck one of these days, and we were not without our
fears that the day had come.
Down went Jack on his sled, and in a few moments he was plunged in the snow
bank out of sight. We all ran down to dig him out, scarcely daring to hope
we should find him alive. We worked like beavers for a considerable time,
and found nothing of the poor adventurer. At last, more than a rod from
where he entered the bank, up popped Jack, as white with snow as if he had
been into a flour barrel, tugging his sled after him, and grinning like a
right merry fellow, as he was. Take it all in all, it was one of the most
laughable sights I ever saw; and now as I write, and a sort of a
daguerreotype likeness of Jack, just emerging, like a ghost, from that snow
bank, comes up to my mind, I have to stop and laugh almost as heartily as I
did at the scene itself, when it occurred.
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