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The next morning was mild and clear. A bright sun shone gloriously forth, and aided by light airs from the south, softened the snow and made every thing, but the walking, as pleasant as nature ever is on a December day. It was thanksgiving day, too -- thanksgiving was appointed in December that year -- and all the inmates of Glen Morris arose in high spirits, expecting to spend that festal day in calm and quiet enjoyment.
At the breakfast-table, Uncle Morris excited some surprise, by putting on a very grave countenance, and saying --